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I can’t even talk about the death of my dog



Everyone knew except her. Tell tale signs that tears had trickled there. Companion “Everyone must think I’m foolish,” she imagined as she prepared her makeup for the day. It was easy to alter the appearance of her face – far easier than the condition of her heart. How could she expect anyone else to understand the intensity of her feelings? Wasn’t this depth of grief reserved only for the death of a family member? She was just a companion. But who else so patiently listened to her roll out the bitter disappointment and hurt? In the worst season of her life, simply talking to her at least made things tolerable. Cancer No judgment. No advice. No rejection. She just wagged…
Bob Jones
June 21, 2017