aw, littlest fen, i miss you so much little buddy, i still feel you riding on my shoulder, 
holding on with your littlest claws, running to pebble beach! you wouldn't like it now, 
it's all covered with concrete chunks! i still hear you there in my head, though, barking at the waves... 
it's so strange, fen, to think you exist only in pictures. you seem so alive to me, it seems like you must be around here somewhere.