I lost one of my best friends recently. My dog Vazhneya passed away suddenly on the evening of Saturday, October 27th, apparently succumbing to a stroke or heart attack. I think she must have infected me with some sort of communicable allergy in her final moments, because every time I think about her, I’ve noticed that my eyes begin to water and sting accompanied by a heavy, empty feeling in my chest
We had taken a walk that morning as we had done every morning for 8 years. Vazh, as we called her, had awakened me with a cold nose thrust insistently into my sleeping face and an eloquent little dance of excited urgency beside the bed. I stumbled out from beneath the covers, muttering bleakly as I slipped on my slippers and shrugged into a coat.
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