The heated cat hut glowed softly against the cold, its small amber light steady and patient. Ranger had loved that place. On her last night, Gentleman George stayed with her, holding her close as the dark settled in. He did not hurry the moment. When Ranger slipped quietly free of pain and breath, George remained—because love does not leave all at once. In the days that followed, the pasture moved differently. Gentle Mike lingered near the hut, walking slower than usual. Sir
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