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It's spring. We have snowdrops and crocuses, and afternoon sunshine.
It seems strangely fitting that Teddy spent the coldest winter for decades sleeping on my bed and dining on pate, fresh liver and any other delicacies I could think of for him, then went to sleep on the first day of spring, after a gentle walk in the first true sunshine of the year and one more tub of ardennes pate.
He was my Winter King, and he left spring in his wake.