He had a heart shaped face. His ears were as soft as a baby's cheek, and the white hair near his ears made him look like a wolf when he was a baby, and a wise old lion when he was all grown up. We always called him golden-brown, because brown wasn't special enough for him.

I dreamt the other night, that we found you again, and papa was playing with you like he used to. We were all so happy, but it was the saddest dream I have had in a long time.

You will never be forgotten, you will never be replaced. People might get tired of hearing about you, but I will never get tired of thinking about you.