This is the first of perhaps many posts about the last 26 hours I spent with my dog Hooper, which also turned out to be the last 26 hours Hooper had on this earth. It’s the only way I know how to deal with this numbness, this dull ache, this incalculable sense of loss I’m experiencing. – RPG
Him: May I help you?
Me: Yeah, I’m trying to decide if I should get the Small or the Tiny.
Him: Well, the Small is our most popular size, it’s one scoop…
Me: Yeah, it’s for my dog…
Him: Oh, yeah, well we usually recommend the Tiny for the dogs.
Me: I know, that’s what I usually get for him. But like, this is his last ice cream.
Him (sotto voce): Oh. Yeah, let’s do that Single, huh?
Me (choking back tears): Yeah, Single, thanks.
Him (to the cashier): This one’s a comp.
Cashier: Comp? Ok, a hundred percent?
Him: Hundred percent.
