I had to put down our dog, Malcolm, many years ago. I can still remember that day clearly. I wish it would fade . . .
The thing I miss most about Malcolm is sharing breakfast with him. Nearly every morning I would toast two blueberry Pop Tarts. I would eat the centers and Malcolm would eat the crusts. It was a special time for us to start each day. To this day, I cannot walk by a Pop Tart display at the grocery store without thinking of Malcolm. And I don't eat them for breakfast anymore. They just don't taste the same.
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