It's been two years without you. You were in a lot of pain in the years, months, and days leading up to you leaving, and I deeply wish I could've done more. Watching you struggled to get to your favorite spot on the couch tore me to pieces. Despite it, you were always so happy, always wagging your tail, greeting me at the door, talking back to the TV. Everything about you was everything I looked forever to. I hope you're existing somewhere, I hope you're still stealing pens from stranger's purses. I love you so much that it hurts.
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