His gold is faded. Fort knox couldn't have held on. My hands shake as they outstretch for him. I knew. He felt so familiar and entirely different. His fur seems to shift, giving sick illusion to a breath taken. No. Its just the the morning light pouring into the room dancing on the tufts of his back. It keeps fooling me as I inch closer. Fool's Gold. This is much worse. An investment of the heart shattered like a piggy bank swollen with the change of everything you've ever done together. Scattered on the floor, here next to him.