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  • I knew I would never be prepared to lose them. I was blinded by my selfish desire to not let them go but my sister was the strong one and held my hand throughout. I miss the smell of their foot pads, the way Riley would inch his way over to me to cuddle in his sleep, I miss the way he would growl when he wanted the lights off at bed time, I miss how perfectly he fit into my nook, I miss his love for sweets, and I miss his loyalty to my sister and I. Marty I miss your curiosity, I miss seeing how resilient you were when you went blind, I miss your laziness, I miss the way you would stock Riley when you wanted to play, I miss your hatred for the rain and your love for the snow, I miss the way you got too hot to cuddle at night, and I miss your devotion to Riley. Marty when you left there was no one that could take care of Riley like you could. I hope you have found each other again.
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