after 2 weeks of working very hard to deny reality I sit here with a bag of black fur and a wood box of ashes....
...and when I clear the tears from my eyes I see my world as it now
without my beautiful little friend, moy kraceevee, OCHEN kraceevee maleenkee drookie....
I sit here holding what's left of his body and desperately wish the rest was still here with me playing and jumping and running and sleeping...
but it's empty
dos vee donya moy maleenkee Misha. Bolshoi cpaceeba. Ya t'lubitsch.
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