Piper and Chick, December 2007He was a good companion and furry friend. And he loved Piper. I miss him; I keep expecting to see him on the back stoop, or under the dining-table. I hear a noise in the house and I think he's gotten himself shut in the pantry again. I get halfway to the kitchen to let him out before I remember that he's not in the pantry. He's not anywhere in the house, and never will be again.
Chick was with me for almost seven years. That's longer than I've had my husband.
I miss him so much.
As a total aside, holy crap my kid was bald back then.
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