I was lost in my private cloud of hell, heading to the bar
to drown my sorrows.
And then I heard the soft whine.
A puppy had his legs up on the glass, looking at me with excitement
and sadness at the same time, but got more and more excited as I approached.
I bought Doug, and had twelve great years.
And then, as we walked past one day, he stopped, and made
that same noise at another standing puppy in the window.
When Doug died that afternoon, I rushed back to buy the
puppy he’d picked out for me…
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