I’m still losing my friend who let me cry on his fur night after night, and made me feel warm and welcome when he curled up next to me on the massive expanse of my empty king sized bed. Even though those were the only times we were ever really close, I needed him to survive the night when loneliness went from painful to agonizing. On those occasions, he always offered me a furry paw, a thimble full of drool and a good purr. I always felt bad he wasn’t comfortable sharing the bond once I went home.
He is missed.
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