"We're tricksters, not monsters" he says as he places a hand gently on my cat. After a moment, he removes it and shakes his head. "Even if I heal him, there's only six months left. He's getting there in age."

"Six months is better than nothing" I plead. "If he's not in pain." The demon nods and chants a spell. Suddenly, my cat is up again, stretching slowly before jumping off the table and onto his chair. I hug the demon. "Thank you!" I exclaim.

"No problem. The spell will keep the cat alive and healthy for as long as the body will support him. In six months, he'll be gone. You should try to prepare." The demon leaves. I turn to my cat. "Well, Tabby, I've got you for another six months..." I pick him up and hold him against my chest. I can hear and feel his purring. I'll miss that... I'll miss you, Tabby...

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