I found you in a bush. You were so sick that you didn't move. You were cold to the touch. I kept your tiny self on my stomach all day to keep you warm, pinching your ear now and then to make sure your still body was alive. The next day, you were bouncing all over the house. 13 years later, I rested you on my stomach and petted you as you slowly passed on. Goodby old friend.
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