My Very Bad, Wonderfully Terrible Dog
Remembering the passing of my pup
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3 min readOct 8, 2021
One of my happiest memories involves the day we adopted my dog.
On an August morning nineteen years ago, my ex-husband and I woke my then two young children and rushed them out the door and into the car. We didn’t tell them where we were going until we pulled up in front of the local animal shelter.
