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I hold Willis' increasingly fragile little body & caress him as gently as I can. I feel his sleek ebony fur lie loose against bone and sinew and stretch taut across his fluid filled belly. He sits stoic and tranquil in his place next to me. I want to protect his sweet soul from the failing of its encasement. I wish I had another place to put it. I would let him share my body with me, even if that means I end up licking my butt and running from the doorbell.
He doesn't feel well, but he sits regal and serene as he does his best to remain what has always been so dear to me... constant.
I pet him with the softest touch I can muster and whisper, "I'm right here".
I love him so much.
He doesn't feel well, but he sits regal and serene as he does his best to remain what has always been so dear to me... constant.
I pet him with the softest touch I can muster and whisper, "I'm right here".
I love him so much.