Dear Terry, I've been down in the dumps for a few days. No Dad. His foot is all messed up. Mom says it's from his diabetes. I don't know what that is. But I do know what a hospital is, it's like a vet hospital for people. I told Mom I could lick his foot to make it better, she said, not this time Fred. Things aren't the same without him. Mom says I still have to eat, I don't want to though. I did lick the cats' smooshie food spoon . Mom says she will get me dog smooshie food just for me. I might eat some of that. Would be better if Dad was here though. I slept on his place in the couch again. I keep waiting....
love fred.
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