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A Dog's Life
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Shining Moments
Visions Of The Holy In Ordinary Lives
The phone rang at precisely 9 p.m. as a drought buster of a storm raged angrily outside our bedroom windows. Instinctively, my wife and I both knew who it was and I answered the call with a dull numbness, as if I'd been maced with Novocain.
"Mr. Smith, this is John at the veterinary hospital," the voice flatly reported in a grave monotone. "I'm afraid things have taken a turn for the worse." My heart sank and tears spilled from my wife's eyes behind me. She could tell from my wooden expression that the news wasn't good.
"Mr. Smith, this is John at the veterinary hospital," the voice flatly reported in a grave monotone. "I'm afraid things have taken a turn for the worse." My heart sank and tears spilled from my wife's eyes behind me. She could tell from my wooden expression that the news wasn't good.

