Posted on October 8, 2013 by Meryl
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Maggie died on a hot, thick-as-pea-soup stiflingly muggy day in July. She made it to the front lawn, as focused as a marathon runner on the finish line, and then collapsed, gasping for air, searching me with her eyes, willing…
Category: Prologue Tags: death, dogs, loss, love, Maggie, pets
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