Dear Tiger,
Becky called me yesterday, in tears. You passed away.
It seems wrong, somehow (not somehow; it seems wrong at all) that you should go while I wasn't there. But I couldn't be there; I assumed that, while you were old, you would still...be there...when I came home.
After all, you always had been before.
What hurts worse is that she said you
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