Haunt

Haunt

The same feeling over and over again. I see a German Sheperd on the street—any street—and I stare. I imagine Rubio, my Rubio, as he was then, when he was alive. I see him in these other dogs, whether male or female. In my heart and soul, Rubio never died. He was never terribly ill, with no hope except that horrible injection.

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