I began hearing the dog's squeaky bark after a few days of being transferred from West Hills Hospital to the nearby Topanga Terrace complex for physical therapy. I was to undergo a healing program after a bout with pneumonia and other potentially fatal problems.
I feel like an old dog who has been wandering aimlessly through the streets of Los Angeles, and finally, worn and hungry, has decided to come home again, scratching at the door to get in.
Researchers at Newcastle University in England are onto something big: Your dog may know lots more about how you're feeling - and about how you're doing generally - that anyone has heretofore believed.
The day after my mother died, an acquaintance earnestly told me, "I know just how you feel. My beloved dog passed away last month."
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