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Brandy

My father died or end stage lung disease in 1984. Over his last few years he sat exclusively in a chairbeing too breathless to lay flat. My collie Brandy,then 10 years of age,always looked for the coolest place in our old hot house to lie down. Somehow the connection between my father’s cold blue legs were made. Day in and day out he would lie on my father’s cold feet. This relationship lasted my dad’s final three years. Withinmonths they were both gone. I still cry when I think of them together.

Anonymous from WV