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I miss this little booger. My daughter named him Elijah, I don’t recall why. But after she left for New York, he stayed behind with me. I called him poopster. He had congestive heart failure at 10 and I had to have him euthanized. I completely lost it for days and swore I’d never go through it again. But my kids decided without my knowledge that I had to have another companion and showed up one day with her:

Eva Reeves

I guess that what loving kids do. The blessing and the burden.