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When I was a kid we had this a-hole cat named Sambo. He would lurk in the entryway, and when my dad sat on the sofa in his favorite spot reading the evening newspaper, the cat would charge and come crashing through the newspaper tearing it into pieces. As Dad got wise, the cat changed tactics. He snuck up behind the sofa and jumped on Dad's head. Then he learned which door Dad used to go to work in the morning. He would ambush people as they left the house.
Then one morning my dog Toto was sitting on the side of the road, 4 houses away. He would not leave that one spot. It turned out that Sambo was hit by a car and my dog was lying next to his body. My dog mourned the death of his friend. He was genuinely heartbroken, as were we all.
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