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Years before my dog passed, I sat in my bed, with her at my feet, and thought about the days she’d be gone.
I started crying. Then the little sweetheart did what little sweethearts do - she came up to me, snuggled me, and gave me kisses.
I held her and let it imprint into my mind.
When she did pass years later, I thought about that night and how she did her best to comfort me. I imagined her still doing that, if she had been here.
Her passing wasn’t easy, but having known how she reacted when I’d already thought about it made the time easier. I know she didn’t want me to be sad. She wanted to make me happy and be a supportive friend. Even in death, I could recall that one night and remember her sweetness trying to pick me up.
To this day, I carry some of her ashes in a necklace over my heart. She used to want to follow me everywhere. Now she always will.
OK, now I'm crying.
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