This morning I dreamt of Vincent so vividly as my craggy, cranky old man with Christmas bells tied to his tail and him all puffed and being told that he only had a couple of weeks to live, that it was a punch in the gut when I woke only to realize that I couldn't go downstairs to cuddle the bad dream away because he was already gone.What a crappy
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But the best antidote to missing an old furry friend is to get a new furry friend. I love my Ginger. He sleeps in my bed with me and wakes me up with his purring. It's a pretty good way to wake up, all things considered.
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