There comes a time when anyone with a dog must inevitably say goodbye. Though I didn’t know it then, my final farewell came when visiting home before later heading off to cover this year’s SXSW. Shortly after filing my final review of the already not-exactly-happy film “Civil War,” I got that sad phone call saying my childhood dog was gone.
It was a moment that was unexpectedly disorienting as, in addition to being a world away in a state of exhaustion, it brought rushing in how a part of me is now gone too. The person I was and the past I had with this silly dog are now forever confined to memories that could never replace the real thing.
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