The smell of musky memories .

Memories of the past that have never come to light and hope that has been there forever.

Hope ,that one day , I will find them again .

The bumpy texture of the toys he loved .

His crunch of his favourite food .

The ding ding of his bell .

He loved us .

We loved him .

I wish I could repay.

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**Oh the way his fur felt - how one day it grew matted .**

**Until we couldn’t ingnore it anymore .**

**And the vets took him away .**

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He didn’t make it to the next day .