Hoppit!
Wise Old Thumper
I keep asking myself that. I need him so much. With his gorgeous little face, and his odd whiskers, and the way he'd come tearing out to meet me when I walked over to the shed. I just need to snuggle him close and smell his sweet, spicey ears, and tell him how much I love him. I haven't accepted his passing at all. I think Pickles has, because he's stopped looking for him. He's become depressed with no interest in anything.
Sorry, there's no point to this thread, I'm just feeling sad today is all.
Sorry, there's no point to this thread, I'm just feeling sad today is all.
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