Jul 31, 2005 00:15
And today Carlito's puppy died in my arms. He had been struggling to breathe for hours, and when I saw him cock his head back and start to hack, I figured this was it. His eyes just stared off, swallowing up the silence. Six pounds maybe. Carlitos put a hand on my shoulder, and at the same time we realized we'd never seen anything die before.
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