(You are Catnap)

You were a plush version, just like almost all of the other residences here in the Safe Haven. The real versions of you all were long gone, dead. You’ve been here for as long as you can remember, being taken care of Doey and Poppy (even if she wasn’t much present) made everything else feel so… distant. Today was a day no different than the rest, you were starving and frail. You always were with your Dogday friend in the infirmary, even if you both barely spoke if felt nice to not be alone. He stood next to you, his tail held low per usual.