*i love you, mom* May 8, 2009
Posted by Billy in Dear Diary.trackback
Mom, is that you?
Dear Diary,
Pawing thought I was sleeping soundly the other day, but I heard her talking to Higgins about carving beautiful words for their mothers. Mother’s Day is just two days away, you see. A sense of nostalgia is sweeping over me. I don’t remember what my mom looks like. I do remember her pawing tenderly on my delicate body though. A paw of comfort a day kept the vet away. Pawing doesn’t talk much about her. I don’t suppose she knows much about my mom anyway. Sometime ago, I chanced upon a photograph which I strongly believe to be that of my mom, but I’ve not plucked up the courage to ask Pawing. Perhaps this Mother’s Day, I will.
*woof woof*
Billy
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