She died on Thanksgiving
She was my friend
my walking buddy
my meal companion
my foot warmer
my first baby
It was a cruel circle of life
I cleaned up after her as a puppy
and again as a senior when she couldn't hold her own
I helped her up stairs when she was too little and gangly to make it
and again when she was too old and arthritic
I crushed up her food before she had teeth
and again when they'd all fallen out
She died on Thanksgiving
and I was never more thankful
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