Just last week, Matt and I were playing a game when the dice rolled under the couch. He quickly climbed down onto the floor to locate it, and in the process, retrieved several missing cat toys. Among the recovered treasure was Fugue's husky.Fugue loved to hunt, and frequently could be heard wandering the house announcing his latest kill with a muffled meow (talking with our mouths full is muffling, after all). The husky was his favorite, a little four inch stuffed dog that used to belong to Matt until Fugue adopted it as his own. I hadn't seen the husky in months.
We said goodbye to Fugue in August, after a long battle against a sinus issue that eventually manifested itself as cancer. For days afterwards, I would hear his meow in the house... and then remember that he wasn't really there. I miss him, and finding the little husky brought it all back.
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