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You know, I look at my dads photo (sorry guys) and see his left hand reaching, touching that dog. At all times that was his touch/contact with the outside world, the world he couldn't see. He was in 24/7 contact with that dog...and the dog likewise with him. Not necessarily physical but the physical bond (for me) shines through. The mental contact....you need to see and live it. It existed.
Sorry, I'm melancholy. My old dad died 1979 aged 42, shortly after that photo'.
Mate....when I truly take in and digest what that animal done for and gave to my father......And then those that trained her from a puppy and gave her "free" so that my dad could gain mobility....and a semblence of sight....
How can I not be moved?....
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