Zephyr didn’t want this. He never wanted any of this.
Why did meanie mummah give him wingies, if he couldn’t fly? Why was any of this happening to him. He had always been a good fluffy and HUU HUU SEFIW AM BAD FWUFFY NAO HUU HUU. FWUFFY NU WISTEN TO DADDEH HUU HUU WEGGIES GU BAI-BAI NAO HUU HUU DADDEH AWWAYS KNO WA AM BESTEST FO DADDEH’S WIDDOW GUY HUU HUU.
FWUFFY AM SU BA NAO, DADDEH NU EBEN WET FWUFFY ON FWON’ SEATIE NU MOWE HUU HUU HAB TU SIT IN SOWWY BOXIE IN BACK SEATIES HUU HUU STIWW HAB HUWTIES HUU HUU.
Daddeh stopped his car.
“Wait here, alright? Daddeh will bring you something to stop the owies”
Daddeh gib Sefiw meddysun?? YAY MEDDYSUN AM BESTEST FO’ FWUFFIES. SEFIW WEMEMBA’
When Zephyr was just a widdow babbeh, he had gotten really sick. He hadn’t never been as sick as he was during that winter.
Daddeh had bought him special winter clothes. Even though fluffies were very fluffy, their fluff didn’t really hold heat all that well and the cold up here in the north was rough, so he had gotten him a warm fluffy hat, nice fluffy shoesies and a nice warm jacket which kept his body nice and warm. And if all that didn’t help, he could always rely on his daddehs warmsiest handsies. They were the warmsiest things ever! He thought to himself that even if he didn’t have any clothes on, his daddehs warm handsies could keep him warm.
Zephyr loved playing in the snow and building a snowfluffy with daddeh, though to be honest, little babbeh Zephyr didn’t really do anything, but clap his hooves and scream with joy at how good of a snowfluffy “they” were making together. The fluffy mostly just ran around and into the snow. He wanted to stay and cried when daddeh tried to get him back into the house, so Steven relented and let him stay outside for a little longer, then a little longer more and so on…
The warm clothes weren’t enough unfortunately.
Next day Zephyr had the worstest sickies ebah… He had owies across his body, he had the worstest sneezies and the worstest coughies and even the worstest too-warmsies, but what did daddeh do? He sat next to him day and night, feeding him hot sketty soup and giving him the bestest meddysun to make the hurties, sneezies, coughies and too-warmsies go away. Even though little Zephyr was hurting and felt extremely unwell, he adored that warmth in his daddehs hands and remembered it as one of the bestest times in his life. Even after getting better he tried to act sick to get daddeh to care for him as he did. After a short trip to the vet however, daddeh quickly guessed what had happened.
Even though he has more owies than he has had in his entire life combined, there’s a growing amount of hope inside him. Why? Well…
If anyone had asked him what his favourite memory was, Zephyr would’ve answered…
It was a cold evening. FluffyTV was playing nice relaxing music to him as his daddeh held him in his warm comfortable hand and fed him warm soup with a comically small babbeh-spoon, after just giving him meddysun. After little Zephyr ate his fill, his daddeh stared at the sweating and mouthbreathing fluffy with warm gentle eyes, as babbeh Zephyr stared back. He patted him on the head with his thumb and scratched his small cheeks.
“I love you Zephyr, never forget that”
Sefiw wub daddeh too wub daddeh su muchies huu huu fwuffy neba fowget
“Hi, welcome to Fluffmart, how can I help you sir?”
“Uh… I um… I’d like a Fluffy In-Home Euthanasia Kit please”
Alright, enough remembering, now let’s start the action…