Paddy O'Malley was comfortable inside.
He napped casually, and sat in my lap just as he did when outside.
|On my lap|
|Comfy in that old rocking chair.|
The weekends seem to hit me the hardest, because that's when I'd spend hours in the gardens with Paddy following me around, or sitting on the deck reading as he slept, in my lap.
Knowing he felt secure while inside, makes my heart happy.
If only he'd stayed for awhile longer...
|Farewell, Angel Ruby!|
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