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I got sad earlier. I was helping my mom cut the turkey, and she hands me this huge turkey-bone...I think it was from the leg. And I thought to myself "Marcus would love this!" because he loved a good turkey bone. But then I remembered Marcus wasn't here anymore, and that he'd never eat another turkey bone.
I remember Thanksgiving last year...he got a big wing bone and was just so thrilled with himself. He walked around with it, like he was parading around a trophy before he ate it. And he didn't waste an ounce of it...not even a little bone shard anywhere in the cage.
Happy Turkey day, everyone!
I'm sleepy as hell. Damn you, delicious roasted bird.
I remember Thanksgiving last year...he got a big wing bone and was just so thrilled with himself. He walked around with it, like he was parading around a trophy before he ate it. And he didn't waste an ounce of it...not even a little bone shard anywhere in the cage.
Happy Turkey day, everyone!
I'm sleepy as hell. Damn you, delicious roasted bird.