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Four years and two days

Tuesday, November 10 was Lila’a birthday. We went to Point Pleasant Park to play ball, fetch sticks, meet up with other dogs.

Then last night I dreamed I was throwing the ball for her and one last time–it landed in the woods where she couldn’t find it. But we walked on, no problem. A turning point?

Lila

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