It was weird to come home today and not have the gate at the top of the stairs or your bowl on the floor. I walked down the hall expecting to see you laying in your less then convenient spots; a doorway, in the bathroom right in front of the toilet, or sprawled out in the exact middle. As I unpacked my bag I could of sworn I heard the jingle of your collar and your paws on the kitchen floor. I found myself walking to see, even though I knew you weren't gonna be there. . .
Good night puppy. Sleep well. You led a good life .
farwell muffin angawa and give ur mom a hug
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