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My dad sent me a letter to tell me that my dog had died.

So, my dad writes, "I regret to inform you that Mikey boy was struck by an automobile while crossing a street trying to get to a dumpster for munchies."

At least he died with some kind of bliss in my mind. I think. I find it odd that I wasn't sad about not seeing him last week, but I am really quite sad about him passing away.

Yes, that's me, above, at the tender age of 11.
Posted by Stacy on October 30, 2003 12:49 AM | Filed In: Pets
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