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Excerpt from “The Darkest Evening of the Year” by Dean Koontz
<snip> “Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be you lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions.” <end of excerpt>
I read this while sitting with Rusty, a cocker/wire haired terrier mix, asleep on the couch beside me. Somehow or other a speck got in my eye.
This was the second time during the reading of this book, a mystery, that I was afflicted with eye specks.
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