Sugar lived to the age of 18. My mother called me the morning she had to put him to sleep, pretending to ask permission. By that time, I was in graduate school, and I lived in another state and had two cats of my own. I was very sad that day, and pointed out to anyone who cared to hear that I’d had the cat almost as long as I’d had my younger brother.
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Where is this picture taken? I don't recognize it.
I took it in high school. It has been in one of my photo albums. My instinct is to say it was taken in the front hall.