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I want my dog back. Its been five months and I can't stand it anymore. Its not even that I want a dog, I want Ry. Everytime I came home last year he was here, and now he's not, I don't know what to do. I want to go for a walk, but he's not here to drag me around, to runaway with, to bark at early mornings, lay by the fire, run around when we're opening presents, snuffling through his. The worst part is saying it.