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2002-01-28 (Monday) - 3:56 p.m.
His name is Freddie and he looks a lot like Lucky. I've spent a good chunk of today looking at a picture of him that my dad sent me. I wish I could hug both of them, as well as my mom, right now. As wonderful as I'm sure Freddie is, his very existence in my parent's lives only makes me wish that Lucky was still alive and on this planet. If it were my decision -and it wasn't and shouldn't have been-, my parents would not have gotten a new dog yet. It has been over 4 months since Lucky's death and I have yet to get to a point where I can think about Lucky and just be happy that he lived and not feel awful that he is now dead. I would like to reach that point eventually but for right now I just need to accept where I am at emotionally. Even writing this makes me sad. Lucky, I love you. email me if you care to,
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