i keep finding your fur on my clothes. i’m sad thinking about the fact that one day i won’t notice that i don’t have any left.

i dreamed about you last night. instead of burying you by the faerie rock, we took you to California. we buried you in Grandma’s backyard (she was there, too), and you came back to me the next day. you were happy and healthy and full of energy. you played chase with Quill. we cuddled.

and then i woke up, and you were still gone.

i miss you.