I remember it well, as little as you were. So naughty and so playful, as sweet and gentle as you were.

You looked like a cow sometimes, the way you jumped when you were happy. You also looked like a little dog when you were scratching.

You peed in the basket, on the towel and then in the laundry. You didn't walk in the yard but along the path, as if you were raised.

You jumped in and out of your pen, and as playful as you were. You waited for me when I came I went right to you when I was with you.

You were photogenic, fun, and sweet when you were happy and rattled. You hang above my bed, I will never forget how you were.

Rest in peace dear Knabbel.

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