My best friend – Artoo. (Not to be confused with the air conditioner!) She’s 11 years old now and I’ve had her for 10. I saved her those many years ago from being going off to the big sleep at the Animal Welfare League.
And when I say saved, I mean she picked me, there’s no doubt about it.
She doesn’t sleep on my bed much these days, she finds new spots all the time to call her bed, but it always amazes me that when I’m not feeling well, or if I’m feeling sad, she comes and sleeps on my bed. She knew I was sad and having a tough time this night, bless her little white socks.
Yup, love that little furball!
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