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Tribble, Tribs, Tribby P, little guy, little dude, bud, buddy.

You’re my best friend’s cat, but I’m the next-of-kin on the pet-sitter paperwork. You’re not mine, but I’m definitely a part of you.

You’ve been a presence and a comfort through most of my adult life. I’d like to think we’ve gotten each other through a lot.

The last few years have been nonstop pain, trauma, and horror—I thought my capacity to feel was dead. I was wrong.

I’ve said goodbye to you four times now, and this time was the last. Safe travels over the Bifrost, friend.

A cute stripey cat with white paws, a pink nose, and a red collar. He's staring up at the camera white sitting on top of a small knit ball.