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Here
's
Heathcliff
out
on
the
desolate
moors
,
Louis
thought
,
grimacing
against
the
cold
.
Getting
ready
to
pop
the
family
cat
into
a
Hefty
Bag
.
Yowza
.
He
grabbed
Church
's
tail
,
spread
the
mouth
of
the
bag
,
and
lifted
the
cat
.
He
pulled
a
disgusted
,
unhappy
face
at
the
sound
the
cat
's
body
made
coming
up
--
rrrriiippp
as
he
pulled
it
out
of
the
frost
it
had
set
into
.
The
cat
seemed
almost
unbelievably
heavy
,
as
if
death
had
settled
onto
it
like
a
physical
weight
.
Christ
,
he
feels
like
a
bucket
of
sand
.
Jud
held
the
other
side
of
the
bag
,
and
Louis
dropped
Church
in
,
glad
to
be
rid
of
that
strange
,
unpleasant
weight
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
with
it
now
?
"
Jud
asked
.
"
Put
him
in
the
garage
,
I
guess
,
"
Louis
said
.
"
Bury
him
in
the
morning
.
"
"
In
the
Pet
Sematary
?
"
Louis
shrugged
.
"
Suppose
so
.
"
"
Going
to
tell
Ellie
?
"
"
I.
.
.
I
'll
have
to
mull
that
one
over
awhile
.
"
Jud
was
quiet
a
moment
longer
,
and
then
he
seemed
to
reach
a
decision
.
