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  • I was in New Orleans strolling through the French Quarter when I saw this young girl and her dog. I was so taken by the connection between the two of them, and raised my camera to take a picture. The girl screamed loudly at me "what the f*** are you taking a picture of?" I responded that I loved her dog, and that I loved the seeming connection between the two of them. I told her that I too felt that connection with my dog. She softened immediately, smiled brightly, and told me that her dog was her very best friend -- she said she had no family, no home, but that the dog was both of those things for her. She told me they traveled through the U.S. following warm weather. Her stay in New Orleans was going to be a brief one, and then they'd be off again... perhaps to New Mexico, maybe California. Then she told me I looked like her mother. She asked if I had children, and I said no...but like her, I had a dog called Cricket, and that Cricket filled that empty space in my heart. She told me she was happy to make a new friend, if only briefly. We exchanged email addresses, and to this day four years later, I still hear from her from time to time. She writes to tell me that the dog is fine, and so is she.
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