(Sacha here. Lucas and Kaygee are both perfectly alive and well. I
just couldn’t think of any other names at the moment.)

“I’m sorry, son, but they really have to go.”

“Awww, c’mon, dad! Look how hard they’re trying to hang on! Can’t I
keep them forever and ever?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll have two new ones soon.”

“But that’s just not the same, you know…”

“It’s part of growing up. You’re just going to have to deal with it.”

“But they’ve been with me since I was a kid!”

“All things must come to an end. You’ll understand that when you’re older.”

“But how am I going to smile without Lucas and Kaygee?”

“You named your _teeth_?!”

(Written in response to “A trusted, cherished canine companion”, 2004.06.20 flashxer prompt)

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