Our new dog, a chihuahua mini husky mix, tries to fill, with kisses, the space of all the dogs before, even some of the people. I think he could smell the ashes on the mantle of all those that came before him, feels the grief in us that ebbs and flows. I have a sizable collection grown over a decade. My wife does also. I museum mine. She keeps hers under lock and key. He likes me enough, but he loves her more. He would kiss her for an eternity, if she allowed. I think they share the same past and grief space. He kisses like a hurricane, with a force that knock us both over. Since Iโm from Miami, and a University of Miami grad, we named him โCane. โCane lives to be my wifeโs Velcro dog. He whines when she goes places without him, jumps and barks happy when she returns. He doesnโt mind being my lucky mascot on football days. He wears my old dogโs team jersey. Until last week they were undefeated.
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