I didn't write to you last night. I guess that's just a sign of how well I have been progressing. Do you see how fugly you are in that picture, that's what we had to deal with most of your life. Every time I would ask them not to cut you like a poodle but every time you would come home with those stupid fluffy long ears. It doesn't help you always ended up pretty well matted, but my goodness I hated those haircuts. Its almost as bad as that orange recliner you're sitting in there.
Your Build-A-Bear replica looks so much like you that Katie and I keep thinking its you every time we turn the corner. I have that sitting at the top of the stairs in front of the den. Mom put it in her room but I didn't want it buried in her pile of crap. Katie said she wanted to take it and cuddle with it like she would with you.
I'm still thinking about all the good times we had together over the years but I am starting to be thankful that I finally made the mature decision to do the toughest thing imaginable, and put you to sleep. You slept so much in the past year that its only right that you will now get to sleep forever and ever.
I still haven't washed my sheets. I like how they smell like you, which is slightly ironic since I never liked how you smelled when we were young. I remember I would always push you off my bed. And oh my, you would never make up your mind. It was always up and down and back up and then back down then ten minutes later you would want back up into the recliner, the couch, the bed, my lap wherever I was. You were never content. But I still loved having you sit with me no matter what the circumstances.
Good morning, my wittle puppy doggie.
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