"Now he remembered last winter struggling to carry old Sonny the three blocks home when his feet couldn't take the cold anymore. It had broken both their hearts. And he remembered hugging Sonny to him a few months later when the vet came to put him to sleep. And he remembered saying soothing things into the stinky old ears and looking into the weepy brown eyes as they closed, with one final soft thump of the ragged, beloved, tail. And as he felt the final beat of Sonny's heart Gamache had had the impression it wasn't that his old heart had stopped but that Sonny had finally given it all away."
From A Fatal Grace, by Louise Penny
Pets do give us everything. Without that, we would be lost.
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