How I wish I could complain one more time about tripping over your toys or your habit of sprawling on top of the AC vent on hot days. To have you sit down next to me and poke me with your nose at the dinner table, begging for a bite of my supper. In all our years together, today was the first time you hurt me.
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So sorry, John. These beasts capture our hearts and end up teaching us about love.
Yes, indeed they do. John, my condolences. I recently lost my 14 year old Chessie. I do miss him.
Yeah, it's pretty rough. Trying to keep busy, i.e. distracted.
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