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In central NY to be precise. My cat of 13 years died this week, and I have told librarians and bank tellers, people I also don't know from Adam, (because I just can't hide the fact that I'm a wreck) and they couldn't have been sweeter. The bank teller and I really connected on how a house just isn't the same without a cat. I have lived in the south, and I know the kind of kindnesses Garrison is talking about that are available down there. Somehow the kindnesses mean more up here because they're not so easy to come by. My cat's name was Gina. I didn't appreciate her enough, there's a life lesson for you.