Me, Zamboni again.

I don't know what to do with myself. Campeche is at the vet getting a bath.

Normally, Grover and I would be playing together, or just hanging out. Or Mom would take us to run errands. That was always great, hanging out in the car together. But I hate being left alone, either home or in the car. I get all stressed out. I've never been left alone, ever. I get scared.

So Mom doesn't want to leave me alone. She's a good Mom. She's really trying to take care of me.

Mom said that Grovie is in Heaven with Robitaille, Lobo and Ralph. Grover and Ralph were always really good friends. Ralphie was Grandma's dog. We knew Ralph very well and for a long time. I hope that he remembers her and makes her feel very welcome.

I hope that Grover will remember me when I go to Heaven, whenever that is.

Mom told one of our staff at the vet that it feels like Grover is at the vet's office getting a bath or some tests done, and she's just waiting for the call for Mom to go pick Grover up. That is how it feels here. It's very very quiet.

This is how life was for Mom and me years and years ago, when I was about 1 year old, before Mom brought home my first packmate, Robitaille. I was lonely then, that's why Mom found me Tai. When Tai died in an accident, Mom and Grover found each other at the pound and we've been together, best friends, inseparable, for almost 11 years.

I am lonely again. Very lonely.

I don't think I will write here any more. It makes me sad.

Although, I don't know if I can be any sadder than I already am.

I wish that we could get that phone call that Grover is ready, and we can go pick her up. But there is no phone call ever coming.

I hope that Grover is having a good time playing with Ralphie.

I am just so lonely without Grover.

--Zamboni

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