We have a German Shepherd dog named Angel. She's been acting strange lately. She hovers closely to the door and tries to come in. She seems depressed. This morning, Phil was sitting on the steps enjoying his morning quiet and coffee. Angel was in the house. Phil said,"How does Angel know that I am leaving?" Phil is going to Kenya in a week. "Oh, so that's it," I said, glad to finally put a finger on Angel's sorrow.
I rubbed Phil's back and hugged him close. "Come back to me, Phil," I said with a sob.
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