...and on the floor next to me, wrapped in a washcloth, is the biggest soul I've come across in so very long.
A tiny field mouse who brought Mer and I closer than we'd been in some time. For this alone, his week-long life was monumental and with notice in this world.
Taking a crying Mer to The Greek Festival to cheer him up, lighting candles for all we have lost and gained. Knowing "They" would ask about Athena, which of course "They" did.
Holding Mer while he cried and cried. I will not try and toughen Mer up, the world and life does a good enough job on it's own. I am to hold him only.
As some day he will hold me as I slip through, it's the cycle of life.
...and it's a bitch sometimes.
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