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When you've owned a white dog (or cat I assume), even long after they're gone you keep finding their hair on everything. Your clothes (especially the dark things), the furniture, and odd places like a cup that was way in the back of a cupboard, or the solitary hair trapped beneath the clip of your fountain pen. Right after my dog Jack died and I'd find these reminders, it would make me sad. I would brush them quickly away and try to clear my mind of how much I missed my old friend. A hundred days later, I still find these small white mementos sometimes. But now when I do they almost always make me smile. The passing of time has something to do with it. I also take it as gentle proof that my bullterrier is still inhabiting my life in a small, whispery way. Today I took a sportsjacket out of the closet that I hadn't worn for months. Seeing it was covered with dog hair, I couldn't decide whether to give it a good brushing or leave it like that and take Jack for one of his beloved walks.