Chapter 3

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You are tired of being alone. You are tired of being sad and lonely and depressed. Although she died only three months ago, it seems you’ve been alone far too long. Three months ago you lay by her side in her hospital bed and touched her hand and watched her breathe her last breath. Your wife. There was a Labradoodle puppy for sale on the internet. All the rage. Half Lab, half poodle. Only $650.00. Male. Black. Free Delivery, you thought the ad said. He’s all yours. Quiet personality. Only six weeks old. Completely trained. On paper. Newspaper. Kennelled, whatever that meant. His name was Gibson, after Mel. Gibson lived with his mom (Lab) and his dad (poodle) in the country. Out on a farm two hours north of Toronto. He liked to chase the chickens. There was a picture of him on the interne

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