Not really wanted, at first. Another expense, another thing to dirty the house. Some thing for others in the family, not for me. Did you sense that? Because for whatever reason, you made me your favorite, always greeting me at the door, tail held high. If there were a choice of laps to sit in, you almost always chose mine.
I’ll never know why you did that.
Always there for whoever was sick or sad. How could you know? But you made sure they were never alone until they were better. Their’s became the favored lap, the main focus of your day.
I was impressed.
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Let the nightingale sing again by ugnip, literature
Let the nightingale sing again
A field of primroses freshly blooming gleams in bright yellow under clear blue skies Yet something's off The nightingale is not singing A beastly roar tearing the spring air What horrid creature is this with the force of a bear magnified by utter madness blasting cities into pieces spilling blood of foe and friend alike Betraying his own people to fight their next door neighbors while all they want is to live in peace and hear the nightingale sing again