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I don’t have much to say these days, I feel like I am just trying to move through the days and I still see the little furballs everywhere I look, but they aren’t actually there. And then the tears flow. The house feels so empty. It used to be that when we cooked there was always a Loki on the counter, being horrible, looking for food. Now there is an empty space where his bulk used to try to be.

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