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Those who have met me have also met my service dog, Pacific Coast's Born Empath. Those who have not met me never will.
He died today, some time between ten in the morning and one in the afternoon, suddenly and for no reason I can fathom. He had not been ill, except for some gastric distress in his last twelve hours. He was five years old.
I am alternating between stunned and tearful, with restful interludes of burying myself deep enough in a book or project to ignore the emotional aspect of myself entirely.