I saw Pootie.
For the first time in a long while, I saw him.
He was there, in his cave-like hole, all snuggled and warm on my window seel. Sleeping right beside Tickle, shimmering in the sun, he glowed so vibrant in orange and yellow colours that I smiled my deepest smile of love and warmth for the first time since he's passed on.
I was frantic at
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The memories hold a lot of value and I'm sure he's happy wherever he is. Animals wouldn't want to see us pry over something they didn't mean to happen.
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