I was at an event at the Greenville Humane Society last week and wandered into the PK room (The Mister works there and apparently that is jargon for the Puppy and Kitten room) and locked eyes with a beautiful little black/grey tabby boy who reached out from his cage just like Mills had done in the Spartanburg shelter so many years ago. I purposefully rubbed his head and then my eye just so I'd remember why I can't have any more cats. But that has gotten me thinking about my Little Man...and tomorrow will be a year to the day since he left me and Simon for the Bridge. I'm still thinking about Alfonso, the green eyed devil in the PK room...but no one could replace my Mills.
Night Night, Little Man.
Miss you, Mee-uhls. To.Absolute.Bits.
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