Lucy is sick.
I do not want to write one of those heart-wrenching entries detailing her rapid illness, so I won't. She was never really my ferret. This is not my story to tell.
Adam is sitting with her now, holding her and telling her she is his sweet little girl. I feel like saying any more would intrude upon their privacy.
Think of her. Think of him.
I do not want to write one of those heart-wrenching entries detailing her rapid illness, so I won't. She was never really my ferret. This is not my story to tell.
Adam is sitting with her now, holding her and telling her she is his sweet little girl. I feel like saying any more would intrude upon their privacy.
Think of her. Think of him.
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