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[nathangriffin]

Such deep heartache in the house. I keep pretending he is here, his large black form curled up next to me on the couch. I hear myself say, "hey buddy." as I gently rub the empty cushion that still smells like him. He was my bud. And I miss him.

I expect there's a glitch in the reality machine and when Gus from MAINTENANCE fixes it Tucker will simply reappear here on the couch next to me.

This shit is heavy.