Monday, January 18, 2010

Day 78/365 - Jan. 18, 2010

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Kitty was moving love.

He was love on four paws.

The heart of the house is gone.
My love, my love.
It was like he carried love from one room to another: he carried my love upstairs, carried my family's downstairs.

We miss you, I miss you.
Your cute face, your awesome strut, your love, your meows, meeting us at the door, drinking water, loving love.

I love you.

3 comments:

  1. our poor kitty.. our poor baby.. the house is terribly, terribly silent without him; empty, though it's full of people.. incomplete and strange.. some important part of our soul is missing..

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