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#100BM Day 89

The vet called to say Hamish’s ashes are ready to be picked up. I need to figure out where in the garden would be best to scatter or bury them, and what to plant as a commemoration.

Though, if I win the Lotto Max tonight, I might instead have his ashes mixed into fireworks that will spell out “THE FUCKING BEST CAT” across the sky instead.

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