I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my dearly departed My Girl . Maybe it’s because we’ve just gone through the first instance of my current companion My Guy not feeling well (though I’m pleased to report he turned the corner yesterday, phew). Maybe it’s because Lewis Hamilton’s heartfelt account of losing his beloved Roscoe kicked up all the feels in me. Maybe it’s Maybelline. For whatever reason, the lady has been on my mind more than usual. Having to send our faithful pets across the rainbow bridge is the absolute worst, no matter how sure you are it’s the best, kindest decision. I’ve been through that pain before, and though I shudder to acknowledge it, I know I’ll go through it all again. Frankly, I’ve always adopted a new rescue fairly soon after saying goodbye to one (within

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