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So for context: About 9 years I got a cat named Stevie, and he was living at my sister's house for a few years because I didn't have a good space for him. Note: My sister lives 4 hours away, this is important.
About 6 years ago, I started really missing Stevie, he was the best cat I ever had and even though he had regular cat scratching things, I didn't care, I'd just let him scratch up my arms. I loved him so much and I was really missing him. So, in a moment of weakness and stupidity, I decided to travel with my parents to my sister's house to get Stevie.
This is where it gets bad. On the way back, I could hear him basically screaming and crying. At that moment I hated myself, but what happened next was so much worse. He didn't let me pet him for like 5 days when we got home and then he ran out into the road. All because I moved him four hours from his home. This recently came back to haunt me in my nightmares.
TL;DR: I basically killed my cat by moving him back home.
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