Marlowe was a golden retriever. My husband, stepdaughter and I got him when he was ten weeks old, I was fourteen weeks pregnant with our son, and we had just moved into our home in the Haight-Ashbury District in San Francisco. He loved his family, his friends, food, the ocean, learning new tricks, and any adventure where the road took him. I love these things too. I’m a woman old enough to have buried my parents. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend, a lawyer, and a small business owner. My politics are pretty far left, my cultural tastes are catholic, and I find the life of the mind and spirit endlessly fascinating. The life of the body is more challenging, but I’m working on it. Marlowe left us in 2013. A week later Gracie, our Irish Setter, our bouncing ball of fire, was born.


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