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  • Sitting in the shade of our old playhouse.
    Tired after exploring with his nose and his hunters instinct.
    Working towards the day in his young life his birthright would get him in trouble.
    It was a school morning. I was getting dressed in my favorite plaid skirt.
    Over my bedroom in the kitchen there were horrible sounds.
    Doggie toe nails scrabbling over the tile in frantic movements.
    After school, a tale of sickness and death.
    Distemper.
    Our family had many dogs after Try, but I keep this memory.
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