When we came home from the vet's office with only Sam's collar, Arty knew. He'd spent the last two days in the house and yard by himself without her, and during the two days before that, when she was so weak she could barely rise up from her gray blanket in the living room, he kept a respectful distance.But this was different. This was her collar, you could almost hear him say.He moved in close, sniffed it hard from tip to buckle, then suddenly backed away, sat and then lay on the floor, [...]
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