a sad day

Wail, I was gunna tell you bout gittin ta go inna pickup yesterday an stuff. But dis is not a happy day. We wanna say goodbye to Rascal. We needs ta say goodbye, cuz he was a good buddy onna innernet. He was 17 but he was wittle an not takin up much room inna werld or nuffin an its not faer. So we are sad. We are down in the grass sad. We are way back in the place under the desk sad.

Bye Rascal frend. We are raisin' a long howl for you and for your mommy and daddy. Right now Kyo is takin' me to da vet fur my arfritis and stuff. Later, we will light a candle to help you find the bridge before it gits dark, and we will put your picher in dis place. Go wif love. We will not furgit you.

They found a good place for your collar and leash,
and your toys are all set aside.
They made you a place in the shade of a tree,
and then they all sat down and cried.
~Tasha