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Dexter
I will always love and miss you.
TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very sad and true story about the death of an animal taken too soon from this world. If you aren’t in the mood for a good cry, you may want to skip this one for another day.
We had just returned from apple-picking on one of the first days in October. The air was predictably crisp, and I was wearing a red coat with a scarf. The whole scene was exactly how you might expect — two young lovers taking a Sunday to spend at the orchard.
Once we returned home and the romance of the scene began to dissolve, we quickly realized we had brought home far too many apples. What might we do with all these apples? I don’t love to bake, and my boyfriend at the time, now husband, surely wouldn’t take the time to turn the apples into any bakery or pastery item.
Since I am not one to let food go to waste, we quickly went into problem-solving mode. Who would enjoy these freshly-picked apples? Who might make them into a pie for us to eat?
Though we live close to both my parents and his, his parents were the only ones interested in having some of these apples. Because the weather was beautiful and we didn’t have much else to do, we decided to head over to their home to drop the apples off.
Soon the question of whether to bring our basset hound Dexter needed to be…
