My dad’s dog, Razor, died yesterday, in the yard, under a blanket. James and Susan had gotten him for Grandy-bo after his former dog, Pirate, died. Razor was at least 18 years old. He was really sick, but it won’t seem the same to come up to the Hall without him greeting me. The end of an era. Don’t you want to believe that there are dogs in heaven?

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