Tuesday, March 15, 2011

rip, goob.

how come all of my personal tragedies always seem to align with tremendous world catastrophes? you had more character than any dog i ever knew. and i will miss you just as much as i love you. and the good always die young. at least the ones i end up missing the most.

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