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To my love, happy monthly anniversary. It's been a trying month, and at least we got through it together. Things are back to a new normal, and we have a peace in the house. I only wish one of our cats felt better. The bad air gave all of them a round of coughing or illness. And then the invasion of rodents. Or a failing fridge. Or work stress. It was always something. Strange, but the more it piled on, the more things got simple. Almost pure. Just you, the cats, being creative, making sure no rodent snuck its way into the house. You called me a hero for checking under the bed and in the dark corners for you. I don't know why I wasn't nervous; it was just something I had to do. Of course I would do it for you. I love you.
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