Harley

I lost my quricky baby and a piece of my heart . She purred constantly. I called her my vampire cat because she liked the make biscuits on my shoulder while she suckled my neck. When we were talking to each other she would cock her head to the right and roll over. She liked to nibble on my fingers. I will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge.

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