Wednesday, December 31, 2003

For many years, he sat in different sectors of the different rooms I occupied. His indifferent eyes had witnessed my moments of pain, as well as my moments of joy, in the four years he was with me. Still as cute as the day I acquired him as a gift for Amber, back in ’99, on Monday night he laid face-down on top of a black trash can. The following morning the trash cans were still by the curb, still filled with trash, but he was gone. My Winnie The Pooh must have found a new home.

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