I'm not normally a superstitious person. I've broken many a mirror, stepped on cracks, followed a black cat. Last Monday morning, I left on my way to work and heard a strange wheezing sound from our front yard. Tucked under our monkey grass border was our neighbor's shih tzu, Cookie. I instantly knew that Cookie was dying. And as my husband
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