I'm not sure if
Gordo understood when I explained that I was turning him back to a stuffed pig and why. I wanted him to know that it wasn't because I didn't love him... but I just couldn't keep him like that. It wasn't right. And did I mention I hate having a conscience?
It's done. I took him over there yesterday afternoon and left him with
Dawn. Told her I accidentally took him with me when I left and just now found him. She looked at me kinda funny, but that could be because she got so used to me being a rat for the past few years.
I'm alone again. Maybe this is how it's meant to be.