Unnatural Selection

My dog died while I was overseas. If ever there was a reminder that selection is sometimes random, that the fittest do not always survive, then this was it. I am biased admittedly, but Mocha was as fine a specimen of doghood as ever bounded across the planet on four legs.

My house seems empty now. Every room has great holes that Mocha didn’t just occupy, she filled with light.
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