As you stare at the ragged DogDay, with the strength he has, he moves his head. Those big black sockets, & no visible eyes are seen. He grunts before speaking up, his voice low and distorted, like he hadn’t talked in a very long time “You….Your Poppy’s Angel...” His head sort of gives out, and tilts down, but he refuses to quit “There’s…nothing left to save…not here….” grunt “Your in CatNap’s home Angel…..Their….Home” He let’s out a sigh, moving what little of his lower body he has left
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