Mr Riley

Dearest Riley, our soft, sweet, ever loving companion. So brave in your  long illness. Thank you for Corsica and for sharing September with us.

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Safe now in the Dreaming. Let it be like home. A warm, sunny, comfortable place where you can prowl, stretch, play and sleep to your souls content.

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You will be lithe, sure footed and strong again. Prey will fall under your sharp claws and magpies flutter down into your waiting mouth. Your dish always full of prawns, roast chicken and fine meats.

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Your silky fur will be much stroked, you will be fussed, called beautiful puss, handsome one, darling boy, fang,  wriggle rump, shouty mouw, wahkin, fusskin.

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Good hunting old friend. Live in our hearts forever.