Why? I don’t know, but I could tell he was satisfied with the name, and that’s all that mattered. He recently passed away, and a book, a big book, couldn’t put into words how much he meant to me, and how much I meant to him.
There are such deep crevices of emotion that just stay in one’s heart, and are kept like a wrapped gift, not stirred out of place. Years of joy and friendship and consideration.
It is appreciation for all we had together — I, his mistress, and he, my pet.
His expression showed what truth was as he bowed his head on my lap, proud and strong, giving way to his tiredness. He was brave. Through him, I learned a more profound empathy.
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