I keep on having dreams of Copper in the morning. He's always just coming up and climbing on me as I lie in bed. It's my mind's way of telling me I miss him, I suppose.
Also, there is a rat in the house. I saw him running from one side of the living room to the other, this morning. Gray is not as good at catching mice as Copper was. Copper would have never let that mouse/rat survive.
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