Yes, as the title said, a part of me died this morning. Dad and I were doing our usual playtime before he set out for work. He picked up my favorite red velvet mouse (which was an offense in my world) and said, and I quote, "Boomer, I think it's time we part with this rag toy." I broke down at the words. To never play with my beloved mouse ever again is heart ache. I meowed and meowed and meowed some more and he finally said, "Ok, Boomer, I'll hide it for you today, but once I get home it's going on the wall." Dad thinks this wall is so glamorous, but for me it represents toy after toy of lost innocence. *Boomer sobs* I WANT MY MOUSIE!
In loving memory of Tyler on Jul 30 at 10:39 AM