Before today, vacuuming your white fluffy fur from the carpets was inconvenient. Now, it’s painful.
We realize the sound of your clicking paws en route to your breakfast was an integral part of our mornings.
We'd never have asked you to be quiet if we’d known how awful the quiet is without you here.
[*Had to delete video with his barking. Too early and hurtful to hear it.]
We cannot bring ourselves to open the bag holding your collar and tags.
Rest peacefully and joyfully, Sweet Larry. We'll always love you.