My dog was hit by a car and killed last night. I left Bermuda on the first flight out. I’m heartbroken. I think he saved me when I was going through some really bad emotional stuff. And now he’s gone. I miss him sooooo much. And my mind played a trick on me. I forgot for one second. I thought he was here. It was a piece of paper that fell from the shelf when I walked passed. The sound of the paper hitting the floor sounded just like him walking in the tile floor. I want my dog back. I can’t wait until the mourning period is over.
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