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I took my two doxies to get their teeth cleaned on Wednesday and one didn't make it. I know they are just dogs, but they are my friends, I hurt and all the platitudes aren't helping. I have lost dogs before, but I at least had a choice in their time of death, this time, all I can remember is how FMWD (Fritzy Mayer Weiner Dog) went prancing of with the attendant, and how I had to take an empty leash home. Does anyone else find it harder to face things, or am I just becoming too soft for my own good ,in my dotage? As Ever, Marjorie Moorefield just another librarian with PD 66/10