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It’s nearly time to say goodbye to a dear, old friend

Three veterinarians have told me my Hemingway is terminally ill.He is back home to await the inevitable after overnights in two animal hospitals. No one can imagine how sad I am or how often the tears flow freely.There are tears when he looks at me with those big gray eyes. There are more tears when he eats cooked chicken or canned tuna and when he sits at the kitchen door watching my every mood.Is he really going to die? And when? Should I prepare a box for the burial or decide on cremation, the alternative?It is, of course, far easier to ignore either and continue in the hope that...

It’s nearly time  to say goodbye to a dear, old friend
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