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[sippin_lemonade]

What started out as a really good day has turned sour. April 21st, one for the books, and I never said goodbye. My grandma called crying to tell me that she put my cat Teddy to sleep today. His pedigree name is C.R's Teddybear, which is cute, but now he's gone. 17 years... rest in peace, buddy, you'll be missed.

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[lloydering]

I always felt that way about my grandfather, that I never thought to say goodbye. But now looking back, I'm glad I didn't. I rather remember watching tv with him in the hospitial and laughing, rather then saying goodbye. Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do.