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The ringing phone startled Angel from her sleep. She sat in Chris' easy chair looking blankly around the room, until she realized the phone was ringing. Angel said as she looked at her watch; it was about 9:15 am. Angel thought for Buy Derila Online a moment and then exclaimed, "Oh! I guess Chris has call waiting! Hold on and let me check." She clicked the hang up button, Buy Derila Pillow and put the phone back up to her ear. Lester broke from his professional demeanor, to a more personal one. Angel felt a tug on her dress, and looked down to see Alan. Angel said as she smiled down at Alan. Angel hung up the phone and arose from the easy chair. She placed both of her paws on Alan's shoulders and fixed him with a cheerful grin. Angel. "What's a Captain Wizbang?" He took her by the paw, and padded off to the kitchen.

Opening the cabinet, Angel found three boxes of cereal. She pulled out the first one and showed it to Alan, "Is it this one?" she asked. She pulled out the second box. Angel held out the third box. Angel read the front of the box. Captain Wizbang's Chocopuffs Space Food! Chock Full of Vitamins and Minerals! What Every Growing Fur Needs! Hmmmm, and Ergonomic Neck Pillow as much sugar as your dentist can deal with, Angel thought. Looking at the dish rack, she found a clean bowl and spoon and gave them to Alan. As he carried them over to the kitchen table, she searched the refrigerator for milk. By now Alan had taken his seat at the table poured his cereal and was awaiting the milk and juice. In just a few moments, Alan was happily crunching away, and reading about the adventures of Captain Wizbang and his Space Fur Rangers. There was a knock at the door. Angel checked once more to be sure Alan was set for breakfast, and then turned to see who the visitor was.

As she crossed the living room, she saw Chris coming down the hall. He was rubbing the Comfortable Sleep Pillow from his eyes and looking very unkempt since he had slept in his clothes. She waited by the door, until she had Chris' attention, and motioned to him to sit down on the couch. She opened the door to find a young rabbit with a beautiful bouquet of red carnations. Angel said as she took the flowers. She signed the pad the young rabbit held out to her and brought the flowers over to the coffee table and sat them down in front of Chris. Chris looked up at Angel. She found the card in a plastic holder and gave it to Chris. Opening the envelope, he found a small card with 'Sympathy' printed on the cover. Inside he found a paw written message, which he read aloud to Angel. You know where you can find me.

Angel exclaimed. "You need to go get cleaned up! Dexter is on his way to take you over to Otter's." She reached over and took Chris by the paw and helped him get up. Chris said as he started toward the hallway. Angel replied, as she went into the kitchen. Chris stopped outside his bedroom door and hesitated. He knew what waited inside. Taking a deep breath, he put his paw on the doorknob and opened the door. There in the dimly lit room, Chris looked over to the bed that Sabrina had made yesterday morning. At the foot of the bed lay her blue nightshirt, folded neatly, just where she had left it. Next to the bed was the vanity where all of Sabrina's combs, brushes, and makeup were kept. Her closet door was open, just how she had left it yesterday. The whole room screamed of Sabrina. Chris' eyes bounced from one object to another and could see her touch on everything.

He could smell her scent on the curtains, on her clothes, and on the bed they had shared for so many years… Slowly he sat down on the edge of the bed where he reached over, picked up her blue nightshirt, and, with both paws, brought it up to his muzzle. Inhaling deeply, he started to weep into it. Why? Why her, dear God? Chris didn't know how long he sat there crying. He suddenly realized someone was sitting on the bed next to him when he felt a paw on his shoulder. He looked up to see Dexter. Chris tried to smile weakly and wiped his eyes with the shirt. Chris was still wiping his eyes with the shirt. Chris just looked down at the floor and shook his head slowly. He took a deep breath, and then looked at his friend. Alan sat in Amy's lap at the kitchen table, enjoying being the center of attention.