My old terrier had a squeaky jack-o-lantern. He loved that thing, even after the squeaker wore out and it began to break. By the end it was this sun faded, split mess, full of holes, but he always kept it around. He was distraught whenever it went missing. In the end, the puffing sound of air leaking out the holes when he chewed it replaced the squeaking, for him. 
When he finally passed on, we buried him with it. Seemed right.
When he finally passed on, we buried him with it. Seemed right.
"YOU take the hard look in the mirror. You are everything that is wrong with this world. The only thing important to you, is you." - ronedee
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