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The worst part is opening the front door, and realizing I don't have to make sure he isn't lying against it.
The worst part is talking about cooking on the grill for Memorial Day, and realizing he isn't there to eat his traditional first hot dog to fall off the grill.
The worst part is to realize he isn't there to hug first thing in the morning.
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Never a dull moment at our house. Oh no. It would be NICE to have a dull moment again ( Read more... )

In this case, it means what it really means. The past few days Goldy has been following me so closely he's literally on my heels. When I open the fridge door, he's in there, nosing it out. If I'm in my bed in the morning, and it's late and I haven't given him his breakfast and morning pills, he pokes me with his nose until I goddamn well GIVE it to ( Read more... )

Good god, I'm going to have to start giving Goldy his pumpkin laced cookies again. He was stinking last night (not because of gas, though, that was part of it...let's say I had to do some butt-pill removal, eh?) but this morning? Holy crap, and all that's...I gave him his breakfast and now he's seeping and farting and the entire computer/den room ( Read more... )

Goldy had an active, rough morning. I took him out for a ten minute exploratory walk of about 50 feet from our doorway, then lured him into the car with a biscuit so I could get him to his vet appointment ( Read more... )