The untimely death of mr. thunderpaws was due to…well, let’s spare the details. Tragic news.  Simo-face, we will miss your dog-like ways of comforting us, watching over the house and those in it, your squeaky voice, and belly-up cat stretches in the sun.  Thanks for the gifts of live chipmunks, mice, even a snake once, and always you never had the heart to actually kill them.  They always lived, and always ran back into the woods.  Everyone on the street will miss your patrol, and visits.

 

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