I hate picking up crackers on the floor. I should give a whistle and you should come eat them up and clean up every kernel. Then be up on the bed and demand rubs and pats.
I hate only clean up a few of Evi's shits outside. The back yard should be full of your turds that reek and make me gag. It should be a chore and I would do it every day gladly if you were back with me.
I hate being without you Jasper! I hate the quiet of no barks with the door bell. I hate the missing note you sang when Evi howls. I hate eating all my foot without having to hand over your little tax. I hate how much I hate..