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    Dear Roger…

    When I started writing this, you’d been gone for less than three hours and already I didn’t know what to do without you. When I found you at the pet store, you weren’t what I expected. Your scrunched up face was flat against the glass while you napped. The shop was clean and well kept and you all looked happy- you didn’t even complain when a schnauzer swatted you across the face. You were small and wrinkly with a dip stick tail and you looked so happy to have someone to play with- I wondered how many people had played with you. You jumped in my back and sniffed my…