Spring is approaching (evident by the dreariness and rain on the other side of the window...) and I can't help but sit here and daydream of having my little rat by my side. I yearn to see his tail wag as I grab a leash and open the front door, his old and feeble 13-year-old body forgotten and ignored by his 2-year-old mind as he rambunctiously and joyously wiggles out onto the sidewalk. I hope he knows, wherever he is, that somewhere out there, I'm thinking of him.
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