Our dog, Gabby, died on a Thursday in April. It’s been over a year. The day was unusually cool, filled with brilliant sunshine, and kissed by a gentle breeze. She was fourteen and a half years old.
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Our dog, Gabby, died on a Thursday in April. It’s been over a year. The day was unusually cool, filled with brilliant sunshine, and kissed by a gentle breeze. She was fourteen and a half years old.
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