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Just got an e-mail letting me know that Chibi-chan died last night.

Mom and I found her wandering down the road one day my senior year of high school. I skipped school that day to take her to the vet. She turned out to be the sweetest, most adorable, beautiful little kitty. She used to squeak at me over the phone when I called my parents after I moved out, because she still knew my voice and wanted me to know she was there even though she couldn't meow.

She was barely twelve years old.