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I used to have a dog. And she was special. Not to say other dogs aren't, because I know they are. Each special in their own unique way.

I used to think this was how one could say that no dog is particularly special without hurting anyone's feelings. But then, I met her and learned the truth. Her special was deeper and bigger and rounder than any I had encountered before. It had a gravity of joy and love. It was clumsy and generous and regularly bowled me over.

It was a safety net that I crashed into more times than she deserved. Her special healed me more than I even knew I was broken. I told her every single secret I ever had. She took them all with her to an impossibly small cedar box that now sits on my bookshelf.

I don't remember any of them now. I only remember that I used to have a dog.