The years went by, as years do. The guy got older and fatter and got rid of the little blue car. The dog got older and slower and slept on a folded quilt on the floor beside his bed. They went lots of places together. They didn’t have everything, but the guy didn’t do anything about that, because they had everything they needed. But one night, he saw her laying by the screen door, looking out at the yard. He knew that she could see time passing by and loneliness coming in it, which no dog is supposed to mention.

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