Ode to a Dead Dog

If you have ever loved and lost an old dog, this is the story for you. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll run out and kiss an old dog on the mouth.

September 30 was the year anniversary of Zuzu's death. I thought about writing something, but didn't want to get all maudlin. I am reading Cringe right now (a book by the way that I submitted something for and even my best worst wasn't bad-- or good -- enough) and a post titled "Ode to a Dead Dog" seems like a winning entry.

Thank you Gene, for doing it for me.

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Thank you. I am a dog person, so I have been an old dog person. His story of Harry was my story of Buster, just as your story of Zuzu was. Again, thank you.