Yes. It's true. I could have prevented it. But I let it happen.
Rather than weep, let us sing a song of them.
They knew something was going on, even though I hadn't breathed a word of the impending procedure.
I drove with the window down, so they could stick out of it and feel the wind in their faces like they always loved to do.
36 years of faithful service -- fellows of infinite scratchiness and friendship.
Please allow me the fiction that I dropped them off at a farm -- where they are now gaily prancing about field and stream, laughing at an unspoken inside joke.
I post the following in their honor -- this was their favorite song:
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