Never again will a hear the jingling of the chained links of her necklace. I won't see her bright hazel eyes staring at me begging for me to throw a ragged green plush duck. Her bark will no longer resound in the halls of now lonely apartment. No spinning in circles in excitement before our morning walk. No more morning walks. No curled up Carmin
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