To my dearly beloved Squeaky, under the tree of a dozen arms

This photo of Squeaky is typical of him, always sleeping somewhere. Here, it’s upside down on the couch. But he could even sleep standing.

“It hurts to love you, but I still love you
It’s just the way I feel
And I’d be lying, if I kept hiding
The fact that I can’t deal
And that I’ve been dying
For something real”
- “13 Beaches” from Lust for Life by
Lana Del Rey

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