my dog died today. we knew he probably wasn't going to make it through this summer - he was nearly thirteen, old for a small dog, and he had cancer - and the weirdest thing about it was that in the shower this afternoon, i thought that the reason my mother had called me earlier might have been she wanted me to pick something up on my way home from
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