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My love, my love

Am I supposed to walk upon this earth without you fur to bury by head in?

Without your comforting presence

your honesty

your beauty

your senstitivity and everlasting love?

I want to tell you to hang in there, buddy.

But I can't.

You are tired and begging you to stay would be unfair.

There must be a place for creatures like you.

Those who are heaven sent.

Jag älskar dig, din knasboll till vovve.