Him
He's the most important thing to me
He's the one who's memories I desperately cling to and cherish
He had beautiful, deep brown eyes
He had plain, sun-stained, white feathers that covered him from head to toe
He had an amazing tolerance for my youthful energy
He was kind
He was lovely and loving
He was understanding
He was always there
He was family
He was my first friend
He was my first best friend
He was the first one that I loved
He was my reason
He was an innocent kid
Why did he have to be taken away
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