Why Dogs Never Actually Die. This Guy Nails It.

[H2O Man]

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This reminded me of my dog, Mugsey. He was a 135-lb German Shepherd, and he was all muscle. And intelligence. If he had to go out at night, and I was sleeping, Mugs would drop a sneaker on me. He knew I wore sneakers to take him out.

Although he was huge -- and appeared potentially "mean" -- he was as friendly as could be. Unless someone came here for the wrong reason. He knew the difference.

I knew people who had his siblings; one by one, they died of old age. Mugsey got where he had trouble walking, and so I pretty much just kept him comfortable inside.

When I knew the end was close, I had my son carry him out to a spot where Mugs and I had spent a lot of time playing. We slept out there, under the stars. In the early morning, he woke me, by placing his huge paw on my hands. And then he died.

In my culture, dogs aren't "animals." They are Dog-People. Mugsey was a Dog-Man, who shared his life with me, as I shared mine with him.