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Today one of the customers at my favorite café was a man with his dog-a gorgeous Golden retriever. The dog was bored and came to me. She spent around 10 minutes leaning on my legs as I petted her. I don't about her but I was in heaven. Why do I love them so much? This is a classic Catch 22: I'm crazy about dogs and that's why I can't afford to get one-because it hurts like hell to part with someone you love so much.

I think a lot about Vincent lately. I recall his final months, how I used to spend weekend afternoons on the sofa with him sleeping in my lap, listening to his breathing. I can't go through that again.