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My sweet Juliet is gone. When I was sad or lonely, I would go hug my Juliet. Her fur was so soft, and she would think it was a game and lick my face, then with a bounce she would bring me her one of her favorite toys to play. Right now all I want to do is hug my Juliet, but I can't because she is not here. She was beyond special, and I just don't know how another dog could possibly live up to her good name. Juliet was the best of all dogs, she was perfect in every way, and now that she is gone, there is an emptiness that won't go away.