All my life, you're a friend of mine
We spent the day beginning to adapt to the Bingo-shaped hole in our lives. Oh, it is certain to shrink over time, but right now there are so many little things that remind us of our loss-- the extra food in the fridge, the unused bowl on the dish drain, the vacancy at the end of the couch-- you get the idea. He's gone and we really miss him.
At the end, it was our responsibility to ensure that he did not suffer. Such a choice is hard but very clear.
Life Lesson:
And you can count on me until the day you die
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