Goodbye, My Little Furry Girl

This entry is being written by Mom.

I've told Zamboni that I don't think it's a good idea for her to write here anymore. We need to finalize Grover's diary. Zamboni can't just keep writing here, as though continuing to write here will keep her alive somehow.

Campeche has taken over as the storyteller of our family. Zamboni has taken over as the Alpha Dog of our little pack.

We are trying very very hard to move on.

We are devastated. Grover was a super nova in all of our lives. Her light shined so bright. Dad and I miss her so very much. Somehow, and I'm not sure how, we will pick up and move on.

Grover will shine in our hearts and our memories forever.

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I love you My Little Furry Girl, so very much. I can't bring myself to say Goodbye.

Just be a good girl. (You were always a very good girl.)

I'll see you. I'll come get you -- wherever you are -- soon. And we will all be together again.

I promise.

~~~Mom

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