Dear Loco,

My memory has been failing me off late. I don’t think it’s a foreboding omen of any sort. Perhaps, that I’m just focused on the important things

I do remember how you felt in my arms. I remember the feeling of taking a nice big whiff of you. I remember most of all whistling for you, and watching you scampering in my direction.

I love you.

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