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  • My canine friend of 14 years passed on Thanksgiving weekend. Living in rural Minnesota, I was able to bury her next to two of our other dogs. In a corner of the yard where they can watch over us. Just like they did while they were alive.

    JIll was always with me. She'd follow right behind me as I mowed grass or used the snow blower. While at my computer desk, she would insist on walking under my legs to lay by the wall. We even kept a rug on the kitchen floor so she could sit and watch out of our way as we prepared meals. At the end of each day she would come to rest at the foot of our bed. (right next to her very own fan)

    This morning I stepped over where she used to sleep. I thought about how incredible it is to feel like she is still here. Following me around the house and laying by my feet.

    In the afternoon while working in the yard, I went over to our little pet cemetery. I greeted my old friends and let them know we miss them and think of them often.

    Late in the evening I went to the computer room and shut the door to avoid waking my wife. While concentrated on the computer, I feel something pass by my legs and I raise them to let her pass and feel her brush against the wall and lay down.

    Following 14 years of habit, I reach down to pet a dog who isn't there and remember the door is closed. I stood up and looked at the floor. My ears were ringing and my skin tingled as I checked to be sure. The door was still closed and and there was no dog.
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