The passing of a friend is hard to endure, and part of loving someone is remembering them when they're gone...Groucho was my best friend, my husband Randy's best buddy, and the King of the castle. Everyone that came over knew him and were his friends. He moved with us from Portland, OR over two years ago, and loved living in Louisiana. After spending the all day Thursday eating, playing with Charlie the black cat, stalking birds in the back yard, and rolling in the warm sunny driveway, Groucho suffered a thrombo-embolic stroke a week ago today and we had to put him down. We had a funeral in the back yard Friday morning, and planted catnip all around the antique bricks that mark his grave. Randy and I are pretty sad, and our lives are emptier without him around all the time.
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2/17/05 at 7:36am