Dogs, Death, and Being Alive Day three and lo and behold, I awake happy, fresh. Make bed, drink water, meditate and mantra, yoga. The routine completed, I head down to feed the dogs. Old three-legged Camilla had decided to pee and poop—again—in the house. But this...
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