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Yesterday our old black dog Molasses died. We got her the first year we lived on the farm, in '91. It's not that much of a surprise, we've basically been waiting for it. She was slowing down so much. It was really hard for dad--she was his puppy. I'm glad I was here, I thought it would happen sometime when I was at camp or college. Poor mom & Sam, we told them on the phone last night. Lucy (my dog) hasn't left my side since yesterday.
I miss our puppy.
I miss our puppy.