He seeks me out for comfort these days.
Silently, he appears beside me. He brushes against me. I am here, he says.
And as I stroke him, ever so gently, I can see the frown easing. He closes his eyes, and for those few moments, he is at peace.
Silently, he appears beside me. He brushes against me. I am here, he says.
And as I stroke him, ever so gently, I can see the frown easing. He closes his eyes, and for those few moments, he is at peace.
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Poor baby.
~xena
Is it only me who laments the passing of this blog? Perhaps there is nothing more left to write.
Stumbled upon this site. Wish I knew about it back when you all were actually writing. Beautiful work, everyone.
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