whitey got eaten by a leopard. we like to think he was protecting a pack of dogs, small children, helpless elderly women or something else equally heroic. walking home at night from brian's is lonely now, no dog to lead the way, barking off predators or possible attackers. whitey's bowl, with his name on it, will be retired. brian likes to imagine what he would do if he met the leopard that ate our friend. i am just sad that the leopard didn't eat a monkey or less wonderful dog. there will never be another whitey, walking us home from school in the dark, warding off oncoming pedestrians or cars, scratching at the door or barking at monkeys to wake us up in the morning. thanks for being a good doggy, whitey.
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