Dearest Male Handler,
I miss you. I miss your slaps on my backside. I miss our constant banter. I miss snuggling on your lap.
If I should meet an early demise, I just want to state for the record that I did not eat all the Maria cookies. She's going to blame me like she always does, but IT WASN'T ME!
Love,
Ricky
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