Essay on the death of our family dog. (VICE. June 2013).

When I am depressed I must write. But I am surprised to find myself depressed upon the death of my dog this past Sunday during our fishing trip on Lake Pontchartain. I am surprised I’m even calling Meshcha “my dog,” as I was never very fond of her. But now she seems perfect, as so many dead things do in retrospect. CLICK HERE to read the rest of the piece at VICE magazine…

Meshcha and Chauncey Gardner.


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