In loving memory of Goya (2022 – 2024)

It might have been a while since you last scratched my leg begging for food, or wagging your tail when we caught you eating the chicken that was meant to be my dinner. But I watched you grow up since your mother gave birth to you, and you were like my own baby too. I missed you so much Goya, so much

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