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helplessly. I have written about him quite a lot, & you must
have realized that I was very fond of him & that he
was great company for me. And even if I did not say
so in so many words, you may have realised for that
he meant an awful lot to me. But now that the
poor soul has gone, I realise, fully, just how much.
You know that I have worked hard - but even so.
half my mind has [underline] always [/underlined] been with you, & missing
you & thinking about you - & latterly, [mean?] too, &
always, as the end of a morning's or a day's work,
I have immediately thought about you & you only - &
Marie too. And always you see, Peter was with me,
& I used to talk to him - I liked to. I had
nobody else to talk to anyway. And he used to
understand in his way & in any case used to pay
attention to me. I got him last March & so
I have had him about 360 days - & for at
least 300 of those days, I have sat at my table
& written to you & [underlined] always] always [/underlined]. Peter has been beside
me - sleeping, but still there for me to give a
pat to from time to time.
And every morning, without fail, [illegible]
[illegible], he came in. Peter was up on my bed,
licking my face & chasing around, jumping
onto the table, & generally being funny. And
practically [underlined] everywhere [/underlined] I went about camp, &
up to the office & down again - he was always
with me, or else turned up, triumphantly, from
nowhere.
And now I am all alone. Nobody to talk to.