William walked along the path with his dog. They'd followed this trail nearly every day since he'd rescued Roscoe. They were like two old friends, and William gave Roscoe credit for getting him out walking each day, keeping him alive.
Alive? Suddenly, William recalls that he'd buried Roscoe last week. How could he be walking him now? Patting his dog on the head, he looked around, realizing that walking Roscoe could only mean one thing.
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