Once.
Always.
Other women and men have come about the cottage. Though it took me a while to gain use of my feet and legs, I am happy that I can take the walks through the meadow with my new friends, watering my old and forever ones. The females laugh with me, and they talk to me as that is one skill I have yet to grasp. They are never mean, always nice and gentle. I am glad for my human, no, Aster to have introduced me to such wonderful humans.
The others say he spoils me greatly, planting only the nicest flowers for my enjoyment and acquiring the finest cloths for my dresses. They are short, always a shade of yellow or brown, and always a source of envy for the women. I give them the patterns and the envy is gone, instead showering love upon me.
Love is like the rain. It makes my heart grow.
