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It’s not the same, since you died. The door to your room remains closed. As I look at it sadly, I miss seeing your eye peering under it, and your little foot reaching out. Mommy and I ate in the kitchen tonight, and you were not here parading across the room. Your spot on the [...]

I’m sorry, Tinky that it was me, who let you go out one last time. We always let you go out at night. . you always came back. I didn’t know that Mommy wasn’t going to let you go out. .she didn’t tell me until after I found you the next morning. If only we [...]