Molly Molly

Collected Elliot's ashes today.
Saw junior at the park, thought he has grew quite a big since. He jump off the bench and walked with me to my door step. He sat at door step gave me the puppy eye and awaited for me to open the door. He ran in and hid under the sofa bed, a place Elliot will typically hid. Oscar hissed at him and he finally back out. Carried the little junior, he is warm and purred. Brought him outside and left some food for him. He's been standing out the door trying to come in thru the mash. Quite an irony, Elliot was standing and trying to get out thru the mashes. Oscar has a black mole heart. Junior has a black mole on his nose.

Tired. Going to crash.