One day, years ago, I was taking a walk with my mother and my beloved Golden Retriever. I always carry around a fear about how long my dogs are going to live and I asked my mother, “How long do you think Brandy will live?”
“Oh, 11 or 12, how old is she now?” my mother asked.
“She’s 14,” I replied.
That dog lived until 17 years old and those were the days before I knew what designer dog food was and her entire life I fed her “Skippy” from the grocery store.
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