just up, thinking
i miss certain things. i miss him not bugging me for crusts when i eat pizza. i miss not having him poke his head in the pantry door when i open it up. i miss not having to make sure he doesn't run out the front door as well as seeing his face that breaks my heart when i leave but bright hopeful eyes when i come back. i miss his wagging tail,
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