My sweet girl. You can't act out like Liam, but I can tell you know something is different around here, and you don't necessarily like it. You are more sensitive than usual, and cry out for attention more often. Whenever I get a chance to sit and love on you, you "hold" me tighter around my arm.
I don't blame you Shnook. I miss you too.
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