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And then he heard barking from the beach. His heart gave a jolt. The barking sounded like Towser’s. He turned and ran towards the beach, stumbling over the dunes towards the sound of that joyful barking. He could make out the dim shape of a large mongrel running along by the edge of the curling waves. “Towser!” he shouted. And then there was nothing there, nothing at all but the waves curling in the moonlight, the hissing sand, and the empty beach. He walked slowly back, realizing he was so very tired, he must have been hallucinating. On the other hand, it would be comfortable to think that somewhere there was another world for dead pets where they were happy and that he had briefly had a glimpse of it.
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