Yes, I’m sorry to hear it; he was a good man,
\nyour husband. Reminds me of when my dog died:
\nhe died of a heart attack, too. At least that’s
\nwhat the vet said: his old ticker just gave out.
\nI was so sad for so long; the grief is just
\noverwhelming\u2014you kind of get used to
\nhaving them around. I cried all the way back
\nfrom the vet’s. Carried him home in a cardboard
\nbox. Dug a grave for him out in the flower garden.
\nNext to you, he was about the best friend I ever
\nhad: always ready to go for a walk, sit at my
\nfeet,warn me if somebody was at the door.
\nMan, even fetch my slippers when I sat down.
\nSorry, must be something got in my eye.
\nIt’s a terrible thing when a pet dies, I don’t
\nknow if I’ll ever get over it. It just leaves a gap
\nthat nothing can fill. So, I’ll see you at the funeral?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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