In the summer I will fuck up a car window if there’s a dog inside and it’s hot out and the car is off.
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I have the duty to report the sad news that my dog Phenix died peacefully while sleeping Sunday night. Although, I'm obviously heartbroken, I got my most important wish that she would die in this way. She really was (literally) on her last legs, and I knew this was coming. Her back legs were totally dead and her normally strong front legs, were starting to stumble from time to time. I thought it strange when I woke up and realized that she did not wake me up in the night for a drink of water and a walk. And, when I didn't see the usual subtle rise and fall of the stack of blankets, I knew.
This is a picture of her on Sunday morning. She is waking me up and saying (in dog speak), "get up daddy and feed me!". Fifteen and a half years is a good life for a dog, but still too short for her human friend. Her last day was happy and normal. We sat outside together. We ate and she napped from time to time. I smoked a cigar and played guitar for her. What more can I ask for? That's as good as in gets in this rough and tumble world.
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