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March 25, 2006


Queen Mother

The darling,good natured dog will be missed.
When the Queen's father died we dressed him in his golf clothes and closed the casket. Great Aunt Myrle said "Where is he? Is he in there?" She wanted to see. So I guess it is a sign of age that I ask: Where is he?


Like Fred, he is being ... processed. The vet takes care of it, and a week or so later you are given a bag. Which you take on faith as being your dog.


I am so very sorry. :(

Not the outcome I was expecting. I'm so sorry.


You know, I don't know if it's just me, but I never expect the ultimate outcome of life. My dad was given six weeks to live; he refused therapy, and when he died I was momentarily surprised.


Well, aren't I a shitty friend for not knowing this happened until nearly two weeks later. I'm very sorry about Doug. He was a sweetheart and I'll miss rubbing his oh-so-cute belly.


Well, you know Jay-zus is rubbin his belly now.

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