“don’t get old,” i said to him.
he just looked at me with those dark, soulful eyes
and licked my hand.
which is, i imagine, the best promise he can make at this point in time.
in the meantime, i’ll hold him on my lap and stroke his silky, warm head.
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Robert Patrick 
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