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A letter to Rocky

Dear Rocky, my friend,

I miss you.

It is December. I went Christmas shopping to day and found a store 
that specializes in stuff for cats and dogs. On the shelves there were 
memorial plaques, they were very nicely done in solid brass with a 
weathered finish and a place for a dog tag to go. One said "When you 
think of me please remember that I was usually a good dog, and that we 
loved each other."

Damn.

I had to leave. I was embarrassed to shed a tear where it could be seen. 
Embarrassed to explain to people who couldn't know or care.

I will go back there though, I realize now that it has been far, far, too 
long since there has been a present under the tree for you. This time I 
will tear the paper to little shreds for you.

I have read about a place called "The Rainbow Bridge". I can't tell how 
much I would like to think that it, or someplace like it exists, and 
that your spirit is not gone never to be again.

Your den buddy Rusty is here as I write to you. He is asleep and snoring 
softly as usual. He is now older that you were when you left us, and I 
fear he will be leaving this place soon. Welcome him when he comes, and 
if you can please, please wait for me. Even though I am some times 
ashamed of the great love you offered and gave to me.

I miss you, and I do remember.

With all my heart, Love,

                                        Tim
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