Ouch

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I came home from work.

I got the mail.

I opened the mail.

I pulled from an envelope the Tahoe paper with Bernie's story in it.

In the print version, they printed the Pet of the Week ad next to the more recent photo.

I looked at the Pet of the Week ad, from August 22, 1994.

I read it.

I looked at it more.

I showed Nichole and Dave.

I sat back down and looked at it more.

I set it down.

I went upstairs.

I lost it.

Cried like I haven't since right after she left.

Cried for about sixty seconds.

Hard, harder than I did when she left.

Then it stopped.

I breathed.

(Then I went downstairs, made some grilled cheese, and accidentally tried to pick up the hot skillet like it was a plate.)

(My finger is burned. I've rarely been burned before.)

(I just want to go to bed.)

'Night Bernie.