Fare thee well, Murph. Fond of rabbits, bolting off, Lily and puns. You came, let me join in and hung around for awhile.
I hope your Heaven has a very comfortable basket, slow rabbits and a bone that never ends.
We will miss you, but not half as much as Mrs Rhine and Drew.
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I'm mourning his loss rather more intensely than I should over an imaginary friend.
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tim ~ welcome. It is a sad time indeed. I will admit to having a good cry last night when I read the news.
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