Happy birthday, Dandylion! Twenty-five years ago, you were born. Two months later, I went to a pet store and chose you (or did you choose me?) and took you home inside of my jacket on a cold April morning.
You were quite a character! Whenever you had a chance you would slip between my back and the seat in my chair and go to sleep. I think I it was because of these kinds of tender shows of affection, Dandylion, I could forgive your tempermental outbursts. You and Rob and I loved each other so much, and we made up this weird and special kind of family.
I love you Dandylion, and I always will. I hope you're chasing a lot of string and bubbles and hanging out with Rob.
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