You are a funny girl, such a gentle girl. Even when I give you meat, you take it so carefully and put it down, and examine it and lick it as though you'd rather resuscitate it than eat it. And the passing of every year is bittersweet, because I know however much time we get together on this earth, it will never be enough. Happy birthday, my Thistlebonce. ♥
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