This was my little guy, Peanut. He died this past January, at the ripe old age of 16.
I miss him every single day. I still catch myself weeping sometimes when I wish I could scritch his little ears.
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I miss him, & I miss having a dog at all. I don't have one right now - it's the first time in 25 years or so that I've been dogless for any length of time.