Tonight I will go to my parents' house, and we will stand out by where Joseph and Natasha, two of the most generous dogs of my acquaintance, are buried and I will read aloud Eugene O'Neill's The Last Will and Testament of an Extremely Distinguished Dog.
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beautiful brindled leg
Thanks, honey. I still feel pretty empty about it. When he was alive, he almost kept Natasha alive, too. Now I'm really feeling both of their absences.
I wonder if there would be love if there were not death. I think probably not...which makes all those vampire/human love stories a little hard to buy.
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