Tiger. I love you. Maybe more than I should. You were my first real pet. My pride and joy, my baby boy. You were always there for me, and you were there for Crystal when I wasn’t able to be. Outside of the messes you got yourself in with other species, I know you had a good life. You were loved more than you wanted to be loved, especially by your mom. Your brother Charlie misses you. I’m going to miss you sleeping on my chair every day. Picking you up to put you in my lap. You begging to be scratched under your chin. Shy with your affection, careful not to let your mom see it.
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