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 co...