A Tribute to My Dear Fat Friend

I woke up to his face staring at mine and his hand softly touches my cheeks.

He watches me as I dream, and whenever he needs me, he calls upon me gently, never shouts at me.
When my face is covered with tears of sadness and disappointment, he’d look at me worrily. He stays by my side with his eyes widen up, lovingly looking at me.

He then sways and turns in such a way that is enough to make me forget about the reasons I cried, but most times, not enough to fully cheer me up. Yet, he never stops. Until I grabbed him and give him a hug, then… the world stops moving.

Dear, my big-fat-furry-friend, I am grateful for your being and thank you for every love that poured into scratches and bites, and every songs that meowed through your heart.

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