True Love

No Dogs in Heaven

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Otis was one of the best dogs I ever met, it was such a pleasure to love and care for him. Spent some really beautiful time with him running and playing and fetching. Clocked a few hours in pet stores spending a billion dollars buying a billion things that he might need or enjoy and brought him to the dog spa to make him even more soft and big and pretty. Got him a huge ass solid juicy motherfucking bone and he chewed the good goddamn out of it with an amount of determination, concentration and gusto that is heartbreakingly characteristic of the canine kind. So much time had passed since I had a dog of my own that I forgot how easy it is to bring immediate and aggressive delight to any given series of moments to any given dog, and how much that delight can truly touch you. Dude loved the shit outta that goddamned bone, so much so that I felt like I was enjoying the shit out of a big bone too. Will Rogers said if there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went. I already feel like that, I don’t need to be dead.

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