he popped up and ran to the kitchen when i put his food bowl down. ate it all up. his back legs are a little at odds with his front, trying to keep up.
he's so sweet and tender. can it be the thing is making him even more loving?
i can't do anything, or enough, for him, but my heart swells and fills me,
and my imagined heart fills the room.
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