Who knows how many "owners" old Jonathan has gone through at this point. At one hundred and ninety one or ninety two, who's counting, who really cares. I find myself wondering if the old boy misses any of them. Do you suppose that he sits around thinking wistfully, " Humans are so wonderful. If only they lived longer."
Make the most of whatever you've got. Love like crazy and eat pudding.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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