Texts to Cece

At least once a week, I find myself wishing I could text my dog and see what she’s up to. I wish I could say that I am fully aware of how insane this is in the moment that it’s happening, but I don’t. I truly forget for a second that doing something like that isn’t possible. But god, if only it was. I mean, she’s already my best friend who has seen the worst and best of me, so it would make sense to bombard her with an array of texts throughout the day, right?

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So then, I started really pondering what exactly those texts would entail. If I had the opportunity at my literal fingertips (more like fat thumb tips) to reach out to my dog whenever, wherever, what would I even say? And when I started writing down these hypothetical texts, I realized how perfect it would actually be. In no particular sort of order:

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