First Year at the Bridge

I am only now able to update my diary about my first anniversary. Mom had a rough week, still crying at times, but doing better. So many friends thought of us and sent kind words and gifts to help. Mom and I truly thank each one who took time to remember us.

I even found out that a kind fur named Kistmet (who is older and wiser than me) will show me how to ride a shooting star, so that I can give my mom a kiss in her hair at nite. I look forward to trying that out, so far I have been sending butterfly kisses to her. Now I can learn to ride a shooting star and give her a kiss myself. I'm wondering how do I come back after riding that star down. Perhaps it makes a loop and I just keep holding on until I am back home. (I will have to ask Kistmet.) For now, the bridge is my home, until mom comes and we finish this journey together.

Love,
Socks

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