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Thor and I keep missing Casey. The big puppy hunts for old panda-dog sometimes, whining softly. Today he saw a black lab outside and became very excited, but realized when the other dog got in sniffing range that it wasn't his buddy. I can't get through cooking dinner without tearing up when I realize that there's no quizzical black and white face peering up at me, willing me to toss raw salmon on the floor in a sudden fit of generosity towards my dogs. The only face watching me is a worried, wrinkly gray one. With slobber trailing down to the floor. See, we're not without our lighter moments. We're just sad. |
 
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Missing the Panda