There is no other,
Than to see a perfect companion gone,
And Pippie is no longer with us, but her exuberance and brightness and little clicks of her paws and excited bark are already lost and felt on me.
The worst news. “My dog died today” and I had to do the good thing and show up to my appointment and get back to being good. When does it get back to being good? Now more than ever, must move forward.
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