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After Dad exhaled for the last time, he looked peaceful and rested. Sam and I said goodbye, Sam looking as mournful as I, as the hearse pulled out of the drive. At least I had a memorial service as closure. Sam wandered around lost and bereft. Please nobody try to convince me dogs don’t suffer and grieve. I know better.
James Finn
Esther Spurrill-Jones
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This is heartbreaking and beautiful.
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