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we were passed by a little girl and her mother walking hand-in-hand up my street. She looked about 10 years old. She had freckles across her nose and rusty red hair the color of my mother’s. She stopped as soon as she spotted Cub, her face flushing as she smiled. She immediately left her moth- er’s side to approach him. “Can I pet your dog?” She asked. “Of course,” I said. “He’d love that.” She crouched to pet Cub, who wanted nothing more


than to lay in the shade where we had stopped. Within sec- onds he was stretched out on his belly, his eyes closed and his mouth open as if to say, “Ah, that’s the spot, kid.” He looked so peaceful in the afternoon light, pleased


to be basking in a child’s affection. He looked as he always looked to me before he got sick: happy. Under the tint of my sunglasses, I started to cry. “He’s sooo cute,” she said. “He’s sooo nice.” She sat down beside him and turned over his tags,


landing on the red heart I gave him as a puppy. “I like his heart,” she said. “I like his heart too,” I replied. Her mother was getting impatient. “Grace,” she said. “We’ve gotta get home.” She turned over his second tag – a silver square I


ordered a few years ago. “His name is Cubbie,” she said, presumably, to her


mother. Under the tint of my sunglasses, tears fell to the pave-


ment like raindrops. “Grace,” said her mother. “Let’s go.” “But I want to stay,” she said. “I don’t want to leave


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Cubbie.” She rose from the sidewalk, bending to pet Cub once


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ing Grace turn a corner and disappear. I wanted to sit there and pet him forever. I wanted to hold my hand up and stop time the way Superman stops speeding trains, but then I realized the time I wanted to freeze had come and gone. Cubbie was dying and like Grace, I didn’t want to leave him. I had gotten my sign.


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I hoisted Cub onto his fours and led him down a street we’d walked 100 times before. I told him I loved him. I told him he deserved an eternity of peace and kindness. I told him I would never leave him. Then we turned the corner and walked once more side by side in the warm afternoon light. U


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