Sophia B

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• May 19, 2010, on George and Sky:

  I will never forget our faithful chow-mix, Moretti. We got him at the pound probably 8 years earlier, and he was by no means young even then. He used to love to sleep outside at night, even in the winter with two feet of snow...in the summer I brushed his thick fur until there was a huge mound of it beside me. He was so gentle, never growling at anyone except in play, and always sad when left alone. I went away to college, but came back to visit one day. My Dad, Moretti, and I walked down to the river, and he watched us protectively from the bank as we kayaked. On our way back to the house we played with him for a while, marveling at his energy and vigor. The following week I got a call from my Dad, who was crying. He said that he couldn't talk much, but that Moretti had been hit by a car and killed. A few days later I received the full story in a letter...they looked everywhere for him when they got home, and immediately knew something was wrong. They walked along the road until the ...