This beautiful little bastard is out of our lives now.
Every time I come home I’m 100% positive he’ll be standing at the door making no attempt to conceal his excitement at hearing the front gate open.
R.I.P little buddy*
*He’s not actually dead. Just living elsewhere.
I didn’t think I was going to miss him this much. I keep making sure doors are closed and food isn’t out as if he’s gonna come eat it. COME EAT IT, YOU GOOFY BASTARD! YOU VERTIGO HAVING FURRY LOVE BALL!
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didn’t think I was going...miss him this much. I keep making sure doors are closed and...
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