>You are a happy fluffy.
>You have the bestest daddy!
>He always gives you lots of hugs and lots of sketties.
>He keeps your litter box clean and your nummie dish filled.
>You love your daddy and he loves you.
>Yay! Daddy is coming out of his sleepy place.
>He is getting ready to go bye bye to his workie place.
>Whatever that is.
>You run excitedly across the floor.
>”Daddeh! Daddeh! Hug fwuffy befo weave daddeh!”
>You slide into his feet.
>You hate that daddy has to leave but he says that’s how he gets nummies.
>Daddy would never lie.
>He smiles down at you but he doesn’t seem right.
>He picks you up, “Ok big guy.”
>He hugs you but it isn’t as strong as usual.
>”Why daddeh no huggie fwuffy hawd… nuu wub fwuffy no mo?”
>You perish the thought, daddy has to love you!
>You love him!
>”No… daddy just doesn’t feel well… bad case of indigestion.”
>He smiles and puts you back down.
>You grab his leg and hug him tight, “Fwuffy hug daddeh! Huggies make daddeh betteh!”
>He smiles down at you again, “Thanks, you know how to help a daddy.”
>You are happy, “Yay! Fwuffy hewp daddeh!”
>”You sure did…” he starts to walk to the door.
>He staggers and grabs his chest, “Oh no… fluffy…”
>He tries to say something but falls over to the floor and doesn’t move.
>Silly daddy, you have to go to workie place.
>You stare at him wagging your tail, “Daddeh no sweepie, nee workie, get nummies.”
>He just lays there.
>”Why daddeh sweepie? Dis no sweepie pwace.”
>He still doesn’t answer.
>You walk up to your daddy and nose him trying to get him to respond.
>”Why daddeh no mofe?”
>Something triggers in your mind that something isn’t right.
>You lean up with your front hooves on your daddy, “Daddy wakie! Daddeh need go workie pwace!”
>Something definitely isn’t right.
>Daddy might be sick!
>He said he didn’t feel well.
>You start to hug his neck, “Fwuffy hewp daddeh! Gif gud huggies.”
>You hug with all your might.
>But daddy still doesn’t move.
>”Why huggie nuu werk? Fwuffy guu get daddeh hewp!”
>You run randomly around the house but you live alone with your daddy.
>You run to the front door but it is closed.
>”Hewp! Fwuffy daddeh nee hewp!”
>You bang on the door trying to get it to open but it stubbornly stays shut.
>You stay for hours yelling for someone to come help daddy but the door stays silent.
>You wonder to your water bottle and get a sip.
>You eat some of your nummies from your bowl and go back to daddy.
>You push him several times trying to get him to wake up.
>”Daddeh hewt bad... daddeh feew cold.”
>Hugs still do not make him better.
>You lay down beside him hoping he will wake up.
>After a while you dose off as well.
>You are woken by the noisy toy daddy carries.
>He keeps it in his pocket, he says he talks to people with it.
>Hey! If he talks to people maybe you can as well.
>You go to the pocket he keep it in, it is making a bringgg noise.
>You yell at it, “Hewp! Daddeh nee hewp! Hewp fwuffy daddeh! Hewp!”
>No one talks back, just bringgg bringgg.
>”Dum dum toy, daddeh nee hewp! HEWP DADDEH!” you are screeching.
>It gets quiet again.
>You start to hit the pocket with the toy, “Daddeh nee hewp! Daddeh nee hewp!”
>It never answers you.
>You try hugging daddy again but he still just lays there.
>Some smelly stuff has come out of his mouth.
>It doesn’t bother you though, you love daddy and will stay next to him.
>It is now darkie time, you snuggle next to daddy and sleep.
>You wake the next morning, “Nuu smeww pwetty…”
>You stand up and see daddy is all black.
>He smells really bad.
>You scold yourself for being a bad fluffy, you don’t say daddy doesn’t smell pretty!
>You walk to your food area and sip some more water and notice your nummie bowl needs more food.
>You walk back in front of your daddy, “Daddeh, fwuffy nee nummies…”
>No answer.
>”Fwuffy nuu cawe if sketti, just wan daddy to get nummies…”
>You start to sniffle, “Daddy nuu wub fwuffy no mo! Nuu gif fwuffy nummies! Pwease daddeh… fwuffy hungy…”
>You ease up to him and sniff, daddy smells really bad.
>You see some sort of black fluid pooling around him.
>”Fwuffy sowwy… wub daddeh… fin nummies… daddeh get betteh…”
>You start to wonder the house.
>You feel poopies coming on so you use the litter box.
>You walk about some more and find the house plant.
>Your tummy is hurting but you know how much daddy loves this plant.
>But daddy wouldn’t mind a little nibble.
>You ease up to one of the lower leaves.
>There is a knock at the door.
>That means someone is on the other side!
>You run through the house bouncing off the walls.
>”Hewp! Daddeh nee hewp!”
>You get to the door, “Daddeh nee hewp! Hewp daddy!”
>By the time you got to the door the knocking has stopped.
>”Yay! Come hewp daddeh!”
>You sit in front of the door patiently wagging your tail.
>You know you are a good fluffy about to get help for daddy.
>Time passes.
>”Hewp daddeh…”
>The door is silent.
>You start to cry,”Wahhhh, pwease hewp daddeh… huu huu huuuuuu daddeh nuu smeww pwetty…”
>You wonder back and sip some more water, your nummie bowl is empty.
>You wonder back to daddy.
>You fight back the smell and go hug him again.
>He feels icky and yucky but you still hug him, “Get betteh daddeh…”
>You wonder to your safe room.
>You no longer smell pretty either.
>You crawl in your blanket nest and sleep.
>Maybe daddy will wake up tomorrow.
>You have woke up and are at the edge of the room where daddy is sleeping.
>He look really bad, he looks almost like he is melting.
>His face doesn’t look like his face anymore.
>He looks like a monster, but you won’t say that, he is your daddy.
>The black puddle is all around him and buzzy things have filled the room.
>You are sniffling, you are a bad fluffy because you can’t bring yourself to hug daddy anymore.
>He just lays there.
>You have tried everything you know to do, nose him, push him and hug him.
>Daddy just won’t wake up.
>Your litter box is full and you had to make bad poopies.
>You tried to get in the sorry box but you couldn’t open it.
>You even ate some of daddies plant.
>You are a bad fluffy.
>This morning your sippy bottle was empty.
>Wake up daddy.
>There is a sound from the door.
>There is loud banging  and the door flies open.
>”Came by the other day because his work called but guess he wasn’t bad then.”
>”Came by again today and smelled him from the driveway.”
>Yay! Someone is here!
>You take off running to the door.
>There are some men, some in blue shirts and some in white shirts!
>”Hewp daddeh! Daddeh no wakie! Hewp daddeh!”
>You run up and hug one of the blue shirts legs.
>”Holy fuck! It’s one of those fluffy ponies.”
>”Looks like it’s been trying to hug the guy better.”
>The blue shirt guy kicks you away, “Well, these pants are ruined.”
>”Hewp daddeh! Fowwow fwuffy daddeh ofer hewe!”
>You run and point to daddy, they will help him.
>The men look in, “Well, he’s been gone for a while.”
>”This poor guy has been stuck in here with him the entire time.”
>The white guys are bringing a rolley bed.
>”What are we going to do with the fluffy pony there?”
>You are picked up by one of the blue guys, “Guess I’ll carry him to a shelter.”
>”Nuu! Fwuffy wan go wif daddeh!”
>The guys in white bring out some sort of bag, “Sorry you can’t go with him.”
>What are they doing?
>They seem to be putting the bag next to daddy.
>Why put the bag next to daddy?
>”NUUUU!!! Daddeh nee go workie pwace! Daddeh get nummies! Daddeh nuu go in baggie!”
>”Sorry little fella but-“
>You wiggle out of the blue man’s hands.
>You run up and try to pull the white man away.
>You bite his pant leg and pull with all your might but only shuffle your hooves on the floor.
>The blue man pulls you away, “Daddeh nuu go in baggie! Yoo munstas! WEAVE DADDEH AWONE!!”
>The blue man carries you outside to his car.
>He puts you in the back seat and closes the door.
>You put your hooves against the glass.
>You burst out crying, you never got to apologize for being a bad fluffy.
>Daddy needs to give you wa was because you don’t smell pretty.
>The blue man starts to drive away.
>”Waaahhhh!! Fwuffy wan daddeh, when fwuffy see daddeh?”
>He drives saying nothing.
>You watch as your living place gets further away.