Whiskey. 

Fur of orange white 

Eyes of sky and soil

Temper of unpredictable weather

Strength of a life lived through will 

– 

Literally the taste of tough love. 

I still have all my scars from four incidents of bites. But then I only knew my own pain and none of yours. 

You have always been untouchable. 

And now you really are. 

Rest well, my little friend. 

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