to tell me their dog Camilla died last weekend. i spent so much time with her, especially as a kid. my grandpa must have been in pieces all week, and still. he fucking loved that dog.

she said the night before they were out having a fire with her and she would keep looking at both of them. she put her paws and head up on his knees, looking them in the eye. saying goodbye. my grandmas telling me all this and i’m just balling. i wish she’d have told me sooner, i could have come home this weekend to visit with them or something. i am sad

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