Saturday, 7 January 2012

Remember the good times

For the one who has departed, remember the joy, the laughs, the funny looks, the fur, the wake-ups early in the morning, the nibbles. Her running away from people, and her appreciating things, people, tickles and strokes. Everything. Remember her as a baby. As a teen. As a grumpy old girl. As your friend.


She hasn’t and won’t forget you. She looks down upon you now.

Snoozing on a cushion.

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