((A prompt which I somehow managed to turn into
something sad...))
The note crumpled in her graying white paw as she closed her amber
eyes.
She remembered:
Walking in the snows to watch the
moon shine over the Shiverpeaks...
A warm smile on his dark
face as it flecked over with snow...
A gentle caress on the
ears as they talked for hours free from duty...
That beautiful
view of the mountains...
But most of all... Him.
...
The
paper fell careless to the floor. Only a few words visible in its
partially wadded form:
We
regret to inform you... M.I.A. ...
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