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She walked up to me, and in a dark brown voice…

Our time with Lola was brief but sweet.

She’d been a breeding cat, passed about from owner to owner, before she came to us.

A typical Ragdoll, she was amiable and easy-going, but with a surprising amount of personality packed into her docile nature.

Illness – vets were never able to definitively name it or defeat it – took her away too soon. But then, it’s always too soon, isn’t it?

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