I've been gone for ten minutes, but still, when I walk in the door, she wags her tail which wiggles her whole body in excitement.
"Did you know I feel joy just to see her sleep? I just look at her and I feel good," I tell my husband, who had to be convinced about the dog. He thought a dog was for doing things with, that her life would be much happier if she didn't lay around so much.
"I think she's happy," I say and scratch the spot behind her toasted marshmallow ear, cuddle up to her cashmere fur. She closes her eyes and sighs.
"You are never allowed to die," I tell her.
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