An elderly lady lives in the house beside me and she had been babysitting the "granddog" the past couple of days. I walked over and was petting it (much to Molly's displeasure and she let me hear about it) and she started telling me that the dog was 13 years old and they were all dreading the day that it wasn't around. She said the dog was like a member of the family.
She is right about that. Molly and I are probably more in tune than me or any of my other family members. I am sure my father felt the same way about his dogs. His dogs knew him and what he was thinking better than he did. I talk to Molly more than I do the rest of my family members as well. She also probably makes more sense.
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