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      <title>A morte solitaria (How I want to die)</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;My dog died when I was 16. She was a year or two older than me, and had been in the family longer than I had. She was abused as a puppy so she wouldn’t let anyone pet her for the longest time, and in her old age she only let me consistently approach her. She was my only consistent friend since I had to move every couple of years. At the end I insisted on coming with my dad to the vet with her, despite their objections, and I held her tenderly as they emptied a syringe into her. Soft fur on my thigh, stroking her forehead and rubbing her ears, her laboured breath slowing to a peaceful silence.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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