THE DAY MY DOG DIED – PANEL 1

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The day my dog died, I (temporarily) lost my faith in atheism. I struggled with the notion that where she is now there’s none of us to be with her – but there isn’t such a place! – and on I cried knowing she was lonely, like us around the house feeling it empty, and I whispered, laying my hand on the warm earth after travelling miles to see her resting place in the backyard near the persimmon tree, on the edge of a little valley so that opening the shutters in the morning on the terrace we, the living, will say “Hi, Lucky” as if she’s running up from the garden, wait a few seconds, no, she’s not, I whispered “Don’t be afraid of loneliness.” and wished for only one other moment, one day, when I’m gone too – so unreal – that I can see her eyes again and we’ll go for a walk.

The Day My Dog Died (Panel 2)

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12 Replies to “THE DAY MY DOG DIED – PANEL 1”

  1. I remember how sad my daughter was when her first dog died. It was 25 years ago. They (with her husband) adopted his mom’s dog when the mom passed away, knowing the dog had a heart problem. They cared for Oscar for a year, then his heart stopped. It was still hard for them, even though it was expected.

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