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His quiet memorial
Singing Agathe
wilowisp
In between a thousand moments of the newborn in our house, I found some brief time to mourn the one year anniversary of Buttons' passing.  It was not a grand affair - it lacked pagentry, dramatics and ritual.  I merely brushed against the scar, mostly healed now, and remembered what it meant to be a part of his life, what he meant for mine, and I wept three tears.  He was a good boy.  Miss you, my little dragon.

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