There's a certain kind of hole that I'm talking about. Not one made in a shirt by moths, or in the dirt by a rabbit... it's different. I have a very big one. They're special holes because they have no bottom and nothing ever fills them up. They go on forever, and sometimes, they can swallow you whole. They're like the black holes in space, a vortex into which everything falls and never returns. I have one, but not in space. It's been drilled right into the center of the throbbing red organ between my lungs. It's Wolfsbane shaped and it's directly in the center. There's a very important puzzle piece missing from the 1500 piece Pamela Hardimon jigsaw puzzle that I bought 16 years ago. It was there for a while, but now it's gone. I think somebody stole it. It's black and white and weighs between 100 and 80 pounds. It's a German Shepherd and it like to eat and play. It's a very good friend, so if you find it I hope you'll return it and not keep it. It has about 17 nicknames but usually answers to Wolfie or Wolfsbane. I can't put the puzzle together anymore.