Being an animal lover, these stories in the media got to me:
Martha Stewart's dog dies in kennel explosion: 17 dogs killed, truck driver injured after propane fire in Pennsylvania
Something managed to ignite a propane tank during a delivery. Although badly burnt, the truck driver managed to toss one of the dogs over a fence to safety. He's in critical condition.
Dogs cheat death after blast at animal hospital: Vet frees pets from blazing kennel by smashing door with cinder block
This one happened in Massachusetts, on Cape Cod. It is being investigated to see if it were a natural gas explosion.
My thoughts go out to the families of the pets who died, and thankfully at least some were saved. It's so weird that these two blasts would happen so close together.
Then there was the 'My Turn' from this week's Newsweek, The Dog That Made Us A Family. The author's adoptive daughter was devastated by the loss of their dog, who ran away the first day they had it. The child, who had been adopted as a baby by another woman who then died and then was shuffled around several homes before coming to them, had acted as if she were fine and didn't seem to grieve for her mother until the loss of the dog brought all those feelings to the forefront. Fortunately that one has a happy ending.
I really miss my dog, Cerys. She had a long and good life, but it is just a shame they live so few years compared to the human lifespan. At least I get to be an 'aunt'.
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