nostr:npub1fk5ncktscqmjr05a6wkjrzkfyhleetkqualamxzy5alrwaxde5cs6t26mv my 17 y o yorkiepoo passed in March. Her bed is my pillow. I talk to every dog that looks at me in the street. I teared up seeing a woman with a sleeping dog next to her on a quilted bed. “you brought his bed

along?” Ran before she answered. p.s. didn’t wash the bed/pillow.