Letter to my Lovely Furboy Shriya Bhardwaj To my Lovely Furboy, I expected you to arrive in a brown basket with a red bow tied around your neck, Instead, you were in a brown cardboard box with a red advertisement illustration. You were a golden ball of fur lazing around in that hollow box, And in an instant, you filled my life with that pixie dust. The first time I held you tight I could smell that warmth and feel your breath, You couldn't help but fall asleep, leaving my pants with a patch of drool. Your belly would pop out like a child's pouting face whenever Mumma fed you, Your tail would swing like a radar whenever we took you out for a walk. I would often press my nose against your jet black snout and tell you that you're my favorite, While you'd lick me to shake me off just to run away and chew on my slippers. You and I would play catch; tug of war and; hide and seek, There never was a dull moment when you were around. A decade passed and we grew up like siblings, Through all the chaos and turbulent times, I had your paw to
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