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Rose watched him sleeping in the afternoon sunbeam from the back porch, curled peacefully on the linoleum kitchen floor, and her heart broke. The sweet face perched on paws tucked under the chin, tranquil rise and fall of his back, chocolate-brown fur tinged red under the warmth of the waning light. It was time to make a decision. God, it was just so unfair. What did he dream about when that pink nose wrinkled and snuffled, paws and tail twitching? She liked to imagine that he dreamed of being a puppy, those golden days when boundless energy propelled him like