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Gone to the dogs

I took our dog to the dog wash today, a place where master and canine get soaking wet. My 95-pound German Shepherd, Bella, protested wildly through the whole watery struggle. She is 8-years-old and was abandoned in the woods. We met her at the animal shelter and fell instantly in love. Dogs do not share our decades-long lifespan and yet they are remarkable companions - staying near through illness, alerting us to danger. Today, I allow her to jump up on our bed so she, too, can enjoy a day of rest.


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Spokesman-Review features writer Rebecca Nappi, along with Catherine Johnston, an Olympia, Wash., writer who works in hospital administration, write about issues of grief when facing serious illness, dying, death and other forms of loss.

Ask a question: Rebecca and Catherine answer grief questions in their syndicated EndNotes column for McClatchy-Tribune Information Services. Email them at endnotescolumn@gmail.com.

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