A solitary child, I was given a collie that i named "Cindy"......we played in the woods, she seemed to enjoy wearing a hat and striped peddle-pushers.....well, she was even-tempered and friendly........i looked forward to spending the afternoons with her as much as i assiduously avoided the comaraderie of my contemporaries, among whom i felt myself an oddity.........one afternoon, Cindy staggered across our yard and fell into shaking.......we took her to the vet, where she ceased breathing.......poisoned by strychnine....a horrible way to die....I can remember no other experience in my life, even the death, even murder, of friends, that has affected me so painfully.......still, when i think of her, i am reduced to tears and sadness..............and anger!
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