The perfect gentle man dog Last week, I received a terrifying phone call. My son's dog, Kareem was hit by a car. The entire situation does not bear repeating, because it was an unfortunate accident. There was no way anyone without the ability to see the future could have prevented it. All Wednesday, we sat around on pins and needles as the status reports came in. Kareem seemed to be okay; his front left leg wasn't working but didn't look broken. Probably nerve damage that may or may not heal on its own. His right eye was swollen - would he lose his eye? Kareem lasted for over 10 hours. Then the call came in. Kareem went into cardiac arrest. He died. Waiting for his daddy (my son) to come home Wednesday night was one of those times that demark a before and after time - an event that makes a lasting impression, creating an internal division in your personal history. Before I had a grandpuppy named Kareem who loved it when I sang to him. After ... well, after my f
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