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scratching furiously at our door. I had

no sooner stepped outside than they

were swarming around my legs trying

to move me in his direction.

With my children gathered around,

I finished burying him and put the

marker over his grave. My youngest

daughter fell into my arms sobbing.

“He was a good dog.”

“Yes,” I answered, “he was a good

dog.”

And as for me, he taught me that

when I view others as different from

myself, any boundaries on our

friendships are only self imposed. I

also learned that even if it is hard to

say goodbye, it is better to have loved

anyway.

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