December 2009
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Goodbye,
my widdle puppy. You were by far the best one to walk the Earth. You never hated me, or blamed me, or judged me, or laughed at me, or made me feel bad. You never told my secrets, acted fake around me, or liked anyone else better. The past months coming home to you, seeing you weaker and weaker killed me, they did. But today, the day before Christmas, you just can’t last another minute. And...