Dead Dog Love Story
When Richie and I met—a bitterly cold night in January 2012 at a South Boston dive bar—three things dominated our first conversation: our terrible nasal problems (Richie also has horrendous allergies, and I was getting over a sinus infection when we met), our love of large American-made cars (at the time Richie drove a 1986 Chevrolet El Camino, and my first car had been my grandparents’ 1993 Cadillac Sedan DeVille), and our dead dogs. Richie and his family had just put down their family dog, Cocoa, a month before we met in December 2011.
Source: moderndogmagazine.com
