
THE DOG WOULDN’T MOVE FROM HER CHEST—THEN I NOTICED HER HAND
Every day at 4 PM sharp, my grandma curled up in her recliner with her two dogs, always in that exact order—Coco, the old Chihuahua in diapers, on her chest, …
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