The Big Guy

There wasn't a more loving friend than Sir Leo Pottomus I. Although he was not particularly pleased about my arrival, he was always gentle and patient with me. I loved to grab a handful of his soft fur or his pointy ears. If he was irritated when I pulled his tail, then he didn't show it. He was a much better napper than I am... We miss laughing at the big guy, sprawled out with his fluffy, fat tummy in the air. Our house just isn't the same without him. My parents' "first child" was one of a kind. He was extraordinarily loved, and will not be forgotten.

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