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It finally hit me.
Starting in Turkey, when I had to leave The Dog (hi, Ann) in the states temporarily, the pet food aisle at the grocery store always made me sad. Here again, since May, every visit to the commissary brought a tear to my cockles while walking past the kitty litter and chewy bones, knowing I didn't have a purr or wag waiting for me when I got home.

Today, for the first time, it was the diaper aisle.

I would bet that shoppers don't usually see grown Majors stick a bottom lip out at a plastic bag of underwear.