The soft tapping of keyboard keys, a familiar presence by the chair leg, a joyful rush to the door at the sound of a car. From chasing imaginary prey to offering silent companionship through late nights, Wally wasn’t just a pet; he was family. How does such a small creature leave such a vast void? Read this week’s Carosa Commentary, “And They Call It Puppy Love,” a tender reflection on the indelible mark a loyal beagle leaves behind.
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