While my dog endures his treatment, I sleep with him in my son’s bed which sits lower to the floor, and requires less exertion from the canine heart. With the change of rooms, the change of windows, the nightmares return. Always a looming shape, a whispered word, and a jolt into consciousness. The light stays on.
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This sounds truer than true, but I hope it’s not.
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I agree with Susan.
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Gasp.
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I hope this is a lie. And I’m worried about your dog.
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Unfortunately secret, not lie. And Rufus is hanging in there! His treatment requires that he be kept very, very quiet for at least a month after each shot — and he is a young, active dog. We’ll be out of the woods at the end of April, I hope.
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