All the Rooms Are Quiet Now

From the day we brought him home with us, Mojo’s snuffly breathing always gave him away. He couldn’t hide from us. We could always hear him even if we couldn’t see him. All we had to do was listen.

Until now. We cannot hear him anymore. All the the rooms are quiet now.

R.I.P. Mojo

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2 Responses to All the Rooms Are Quiet Now

  1. sprite says:

    Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry. Sending hugs. (And my apologies for the postcard that may make you even sadder…)

  2. chick says:

    We got the postcard when we returned from the vet’s. The timing was a strange coincidence. But let’s not call it unfortunate. It didn’t make me sadder. Real mail from a real friend is always a pleasure to receive. But it did make me wonder what kind of message the Universe was trying to send us…

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