Petey loved his Mummah.
He loved his toys, his soft bed, the TV, but he loved his Mummah most of all.
She had raised him from a little chirpy, feeding him with a special bottle that sat on a shelf in his safe room. Sometimes he wished that Mummah would feed him the bestest milkies with the bottle again, but he was a big fluffy now, so he knew he shouldn’t be having milkies anymore. Still, he had a little bit of hope. Petey still had the bestest nummies, tasty kibble, and every once in a while, Mummah would throw him a Sketties party!
Petey loved his Mummah.
Mummah had a special friend too, but Mummah would sometimes say mean things about him, and Petey sometimes heard Mummah yelling at him through his saferooms closed door. Mummah’s special friend must be a real dummy to make Mummah yell, Mummah never yelled at Petey, even when he made bad poopies! Afterwards, Mummah would come and play with Petey for so long Petey could barely stay awake by the time they were finished. She’d always be talking quietly, Petey couldn’t really hear her, but sometimes he heard stuff like “controlling” or “spoiling” or “narcissist”, but Mummah always kept playing, giving good upsies and bestest huggies, so Petey never thought too much about it.
Petey Loved his Mummah.
Petey especially loved her not-fluff she had on her head, curly and red, he always made sure to tell Mummah how pretty she was with her pretty red not-fluff, and she would always giggle and tell him how much of a handsome boy he was. That’s why Petey noticed so quickly when Mummah’s pretty not-fluff began to fall out, and patches of her skin began to show on her thinkie-place. He also noticed how her face become paler, how she became skinnier, and would get tired much, much faster. Her special friend also stopped coming around, and when Mummah would play with Petey, it would only be for a little bit before she needed to go away.
Petey was really worried, what could possibly be wrong with his Mummah! Was his huggies not good enough? Was he being a bad fluffy and giving her the worstest heart hurties? He couldn’t figure it out, and he spent some nights crying himself to sleep.
One day, Petey was excitedly looking out the window. It was one of his most favorite times, all the trees had turned the prettiest colors! Some of them even looked like Mummah’s not-fluff, but then that made him sad because all of hers had fallen out. He did miss the green colors, He was all green too, so he liked feeling like he matched with everything, but the new colors made him happy so it was okay!
Then Mummah came in the room, and Petey got sad again. She needed to hold on to things when she walked, and she walked very slow now. She sat on the couch, and smiled sadly at Petey.
“Come here Petey! Come sit on my lap for a little bit!”
Petey bounded over excitedly, since Mummah lost her not-fluff he hadn’t sat on lap, so many forevers and he loved being so close. He clumsily climbed up the couch and carefully climbed onto Mummah’s lap, followed up by wrapping his leggies around her as much as he could, giving her his bestest huggies.
“Wuv yu Mummah! Yu feewing bettah? Pwetty wed not-fwuff coming back?” He looked up at her, his eyes wide with hope.
“Oh Petey, I’m sorry, but it’s probably never coming back…I wanted-I wanted to talk to you about it, actually…” Tears began to shine in Mummah’s eyes, and Petey felt himself tearing up seeing them
“I know you’ve noticed that I’ve…had less energy lately, and have started looking…different, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I didn’t want you to be sad all the time, but…” Mummah took a deep breath and hugged Petey close. “I’m really sick Petey…and I’m not gonna get better…”
Petey’s eyes welled up with tears as he began crying freely, snot began bubbling up out of his nose. “Huuuuu! Nuuu Mummah! Nu Sickies! Petey gib Bestest Huggies, huggies make evewyting bettah! Nu be sickies pwease Mummah!” He tried making his hug bigger and tighter around his mummah, but his stubby legs only reached so far, he only really accomplished wiping his snot on her shirt.
“It’s okay Petey, you do give the best hugs…but, they aren’t enough…and I need to talk to you seriously for a second, so just listen, okay Baby?” Mummah stroked his green mane slowly as Petey tried his best to stop crying, sniffling he looked back up at her.
“I’m not gonna be able to take care of you soon, and I don’t want you to be alone in this house when…well, I want you to be able to live a full life, and be happy. And…you’re not gonna be able to do that unless…unless I let you live outside.”
Petey’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe what his Mummah was saying! He’d been outside a couple times, before, but he didn’t really like it…he much preferred his nice warm housie, with his toys and bed and blankets. What was Mummah thinking!
“Nu wan leave housie Mummah! Wan stay wif Mummah an toysies and beddies and bwankies! Ousside has cowdies and is diwty!” Mummah sighed. “I know Petey, but I need you to be brave…You will be happier out there than in here, I promise. I need you to be brave, Petey, can you do that for Mummah?” Petey sniveled, snot dripping from his nose. “O…Otay, Mummah, Petey be bwave…” He was still crying a little, and Mummah was crying too.
Outside was colder than the house, but Petey was still doing okay. He wished Mummah would give him upsies, and keep him away from all the dirty things, but even he knew Mummah couldn’t do it. She walked slowly, leaning on a cane, as they slowly made their way down a trail. Petey walked behind her, still sniffling from both the cold and from how sad he was. With how slow Mummah was, he was able to keep up with his stubby legs. Eventually, they both made their way to a pond, Petey couldn’t see his housie from here, and got scared, hu-huing quietly.
“Okay, Petey, I think this will be a nice new home for you. The pond has plenty of water for you to drink, and there should be plenty of things for you to find and eat around here, alright Baby?” Mummah kneeled down next to Petey, slowly stroking his mane. She was breathing really hard, and her pale face somehow looked even paler, but Petey didn’t notice, he was too busy being scared and anxious about the idea of living here. “Knu no, Mummah, Petey wan stay in wawm housie stiww…wan toysies and sketties…” Mummah sighed again and pulled Petey into a weak hug. “I know baby, but you need to be a big brave fluffy now, lots of fluffies are able to live in the woods, I know you can do it! It shouldn’t get too cold for a while, and your handsome green fluff will keep you warm at night. Just…Be careful, and I’ll always love you Petey.” Both Mummah and Petey were crying again, as they hugged each other the last time. “Wub you Mummah, Wub you so muchies! Nebah wuv anyting as much as Mummah!”
Mummah walked slowly away, leaning heavily on her cane, and Petey could only hu-hu and watch. Mummah had made him promise not to follow, and Petey didn’t want to be a bad fluffy. Eventually, she disappeared and Petey collapsed onto the ground and started bawling. Snot dribbling from his nostrils, tears staining his entire face, he even peed himself, but he was crying so hard he didn’t even know it. He cried for so many forevers, until he finally felt like he ran out of tears.
“O…Otay, Petey wiww be gud fwuffy, wiww make mummah pwoud and be bwave!” Petey said quietly, as began to look around anxiously. At least his new home was pretty, the leaves colors reminded him of Mummah. He stood up, and walked around, he had no idea how to live outside, but he knew he would have to find out, because he had to listen to Mummah, and be brave, and make her proud!
Because Petey loves his Mummah.