It breaks my heart to say that Tigger is no longer with us. He wrote one last blog. He will never be forgotten, because he brought so much joy into our lives. RIP Tigger.
My time travel days are over. I’m old and not feeling my normal chipper self. Can you believe it that food doesn’t even sound good to me? Food was my obsession! My brother still romps and plays and we’re actually the same age. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but my parents took me to this place where these strangers poked, pricked, and scared me. Once I got home, I was relieved to be in my safe and comfortable happy place.
If I could take my time travel capsule somewhere, it would be back to the times when I was less than a year old. That was when I felt the world was my oyster. I loved everyone and everything. Nothing scared me. I could even go back a couple of years ago when I ate to my heart’s content. My parents continue to dote and love on me even though I’m less perky. I’m worried about Mommy though, because her eyes keep leaking water, and she looks so sad. She talks to me a lot, and I wish I understood what she was saying. I want to tell her not to be gloomy, but I don’t know how to do that.
This will be my last blog, but perhaps my brother Hobbes will write one in the future without me. Thanks for taking the time to read about our adventures. It was a blast.
T-T-F (Ta-Ta Forever)