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3 years gone. I can’t say that I miss him any less, Squee McGee, my little deed… Hellee!

Intently destroying the camera strap as I photographed him.

Doing the march-march dance on my lap and purring, as he did each morning.

He was fucking beautiful, my little familiar. I still love and think of thee.

*solemn devil-fist salute, pourin’ out liquor, et al.*

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