When the dog dies, it is as if a beloved friend suddenly stops talking to you. 

As dogs can’t speak, this metaphor is an imperfect one, but the hole that is left in your life, in each case, is of a similar shape. So the imperfection of the metaphor is apt.

The experience of the dog no longer being there is a strange one, foreign, alien. Even if it was foreseen, even if you had a hand in it, nothing entirely prepares you for the death of the dog. 

Snag as a Puppy

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