Sunday, January 17, 2010

Farewell, Good Friend

I didn't get a photo of this because we were concerned that Abby might eat him, but I thought you might like to know that Stuffy was murdered last night. Husbandguy found him in the living room in a pool of his own fluff. Meanwhile Abby was chewing on his squeaker (HG said, "his brain") around the corner. His death was clearly violent, but judging from the tear in his neck, it was likely also quick. Poor creature. Stuffy leaves behind a weird green fish-looking thing, a rubber wiener dog in a bun (hot dog), and several different colored balls. He will be missed. And likely replaced.

1 comment:

45+ and Aspiring said...

TG says "Judging from experience the same fate will befall whatever replacement you get."

How many Stuffy's must be sacrificed. . . .??

Thanks for the hearty laugh!

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