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Dogs Bring Comfort in the Wake of the Virginia Tech Tragedy
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I won’t claim that Mr. Bones is perfect. He’s skittish to a fault, chases squirrels and often employs selective hearing. He attempts to roll in or eat (or both) other creatures’ feces. He barks at the neighbors. But Mr. Bones possesses a gift — certainly not a unique gift — perhaps a gift common to all dogs: he knows how to help heal. And he does it effortlessly, without the promise of reciprocation, without uttering a word. His patient brown-eyed gaze, graying muzzle, silken ears, smooth black back and, of course, his white-tipped tail can salve even the deepest, rawest hurt.

The shadows were lengthening by the time we left the dorm’s lawn. Mr. Bones padded along the sidewalk beside us, pausing every few feet to sniff lampposts and flowerbeds. He would glance up at me, wag, then resume. His maroon bandana still hung around his neck. I had never been more proud of him.

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This article first appeared in The Bark,
Issue 64: Apr/May 2011
Katie Fallon has taught creative writing at Virginia Tech and West Virginia University. She is the author of the nonfiction book Cerulean Blues: A Personal Search for a Vanishing Songbird, which will be published in the fall of 2011 by Ruka Press. katiefallon.com

Illustration by Robin Spowart

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