26 September 2015
the runt with spunk. that is what you were then.
your siblings were 2x your size but you still manage to box them off during breastfeeding time.
you probably got internal injuries with them jumping on you, not because they want to, but because you were just so small, they couldn't really see you.
it always brought a smile when we would watch you feed off the milk bowl.
how you would go around the bowl first before taking a sip.
and how you end up with your milky moustache after all that dipping in the bowl.
and you always end up sneezing out some of the milk you just took in.
your way of saying good morning was to purr like an angry kitten,
wanting to get out of your cage. because really, who wants to stay in one?
i wish you had stayed on though.
but the odds were pretty much against you.
to my mini-pug, thank you for the short but sweet memories.
