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Allie, who was known at the dog park for fast and endless running, has made her final dash.
Running was her source of joy. She ran so much that we never had to trim her nails – they were worn down to near nubs. The few times that she slipped off her leash at a river or stream she would run away as fast as possible with a fierce intensity. There was something desperately important that she was trying to reach. Some unknown one she needed to meet.
In our backyard she would check in with Baby, the tiny dog next door, then tear around the yard in wild dashes that we called her Psycho Circuits. She’d run back to the fence to talk to Baby. Maybe to check her timing, maybe to find out how many circles to make on the next circuit, then she’d be off again zooming around and around the yard, through her little pool, skittering across the patio, gripping the grass with her strong claws.
Tuesday...
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