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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. 8