My snout is my saving grace. Without it, I would have no idea when dinner was ready, or when it was time for me to wake. Not that I want to do either of those things nowadays. I want to sleep, and rest, and pass away in peace. Yet, despite the darkness, I’m still alive. Not sure how or where, but I am, and those around me touch my fur as I sleep and when I wake, and they seem to love me still. I loved me once, too, but not anymore. I’m not what I used to be, or who I used to be. Without my eyes, I am just a snout. Muzzle me, and I perish in all but body. It’s time to sleep …