Oh separation anxiety dog, I was so wrong about you... Your soulful braying, the masterful way you filled your lungs with air and howled your discontent, the little nuggets of joy you left all over the little lawn we have... I miss you to the point of needing to run to the store to buy a bottle of Advil.
I miss you to the point that it's already clear that the new girl downstairs could never take your place. I miss you to the point that of all the things you didn't do that used to drive me nuts, you never ever played your music loud enough to feel the vibrations on the bottom of my feet through the floor...
Dear, dear dog whose name I never bothered to know... Come back.
I miss you.
Me
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