At about ten thirty tonight, H. was washing up for bed and the phone rang. My parents dog (who I still consider to be my dog) was hit by a car. He was fourteen. He was deaf and had some trouble with his hind legs, but he was still doing ok. My parents are on vacation and he was with a friend of the family's (who feels absolutely terrible about
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Vaya con dios, McKenzie.
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