Long lost fur
While spring-cleaning the house a few weeks ago, guess what my MM found?
Wazzat?
It's my big brother Herbie's fur, kept in a plastic bag! Now you must be wondering why is my big brother Herbie's fur kept in a bag?
It happened a long time ago, before I was born, that my big brother Herbie has an admirer. My big brother Herbie always has admirers, I wonder when I'll get my own admirer. I seem to be doing the admiring nowadays instead of the other way round.
Anyway! This admirer is a mixed breed called Buddy, and he really, really likes Herbie, so much so that he will keep whining once he sees my big brother yet cannot get close to him. So his owners came up with an idea of making him his own 'Herbie toy' and asked my M if she can give them Herbie's fur, the loose ones that she combed out.
So she agreed, and she began collecting his fur. But there wasn't a lot of fur, and my M stopped bumping into the couple at the park after some time so she stopped collecting. And later on Buddy went to the rainbow bridge and the fur was left forgotten.
Until now.
Is that you, big brother?
Since my M once thought maybe she should have kept some of Herbie's fur as remembrance after he passed away, she thought it lucky that his fur was found. So now it's put in a clear bag in my big brother's special corner.
New addition!
Anyway, I don't think buddy needs the fur now as I'm sure he's whining away at my big brother herbie over at the rainbow bridge now.