You-the way you would steal pipe cleaners from my craft stash and bring them to me all wet and slobbery to throw so you could fetch them and bring them back.
The way you would meow when anyone would go to the refrigerator until someone would put milk in your bowl.
The way you would try to steal my pillow in the early years, and warm my feet until you couldn't jump on the bed anymore so you settled for sleeping underneath it.
I miss you already. Rest in peace, my friend.
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