July 9th 2007 9:49 pm
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I wish Mommy would stop crying because I want her to be happy. I love the tree I'm curled up under. It's a Japanese Maple, that rich plum color, the color of memory. I always loved the breeze. I used to spend hours in the window, basking in the excitement of Outside. Now I don't need the window; there's eternal sunshine where I am, and cat grass, and tuna gravy all the time. I can move freely and I never get tired. Sometimes I miss Phantom, mostly because I liked boxing his ears, but, ok, he wasn't too bad - for a little brother. I won't forget any of my family, or the wonderful eleven years we spent together.