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Made-to-order drawing
The text:
My big beautiful sweet old dog died recently.
During the last week of his life, my normally crazy young cat became very calm and stayed by his side, always sleeping next to him, by his feet, at his back, at his belly, by his face, as if to reassure him and somehow contain him. On the last day of the dog's life, the cat climbed on top of him and sat there on the mountain of dog. I know he made the dog feel better. When the dog was really leaving I held his paw, and then he expired, and I held his paw for two hours, afraid to let go. I knew it would be the last time I let go his paw. I took his body to my friends farm and built a huge funeral pyre and rang a bell while the flames roared.
Then I cried for a week.
Ps: lighting the fire was hard.
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