I still remember how Boyet would greet every time I just got home from work. How he would sit in front of the gate every morning as if he knows I’ll be back home.
Now it feels so lonely going home without his little meows and cute eyes greeting me.

Diary
I still remember how Boyet would greet every time I just got home from work. How he would sit in front of the gate every morning as if he knows I’ll be back home.
Now it feels so lonely going home without his little meows and cute eyes greeting me.
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