I scooped you from a cage.
We fed you, loved you, kept you close — always nearby, always with your paw finding its way into some kind of trouble.

You crossed the Tuscan roofs as if they belonged to you, yet you never truly disappeared.
Somehow, no matter where you wandered, you always came back home.

Always asking for snacks.
Always watching us.

And for reasons only you understood, you accepted food from no one else.