Fish and I: Where are We Now?

We’ve accepted that we’re stuck with each other.

Adeline Dimond

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Fish, the athlete. Photo courtesy of the author, Adeline Dimond

In January, I wrote a confessional that I had adopted the wrong dog. Fish (not his real name) landed at my house eleven days after my beloved apricot shepherd died, because I couldn’t responsibly manage my grief. I saw a video of him trying to curl up in a plastic bucket at the Lancaster animal shelter, and suddenly found myself…

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