I know you didn't think much of her when we brought her home, but Lily's still looking for you. In the closet. She's in there right now because a big, bad thunderstorm rolled through here a few minutes ago. She hates them now, just like you did. Funny how she never minded the wind and ka-booms when you were here. In fact, she stayed close to you when you were shakin' and shiverin'. In the closet. Lily has turned into you. I feel bad she doesn't have a furry friend to help her through the scary times. (Oh, by the way...we changed Lily's kibble. You'd like it. Salmon & Sweet Potato!)
Anyway, you know I can't let the 12th of August pass without a few fond words of remembrance. You were my cell site buddy and all-around Big Meanie.
Your Ma & Pa miss you, too.
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