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a stray dog was wandering around a pretty remote area where people would converge to kite and wind surf, at the mouth of a long inlet at the end of which is a small First Nations reservation. He lived there among the black bears and likely foraged at the dump, but he was very friendly and seemed to want to hang out with me during the few days I was there. Just kind of follow me around and sleep outside my van. I took him home. Later, I met Mrs. Loriendesign, we married, started a business and were with child. During those early days of running the business, the dog who I called Rider began to get seizures. It got worse and worse until he was in gran mal and we finally had to have him euthanized. Looking back, I wish I had tried CBD, as I understand it helps with seizures. In fairness, it was not as readily available then as it is now. Rider was my best friend, and it wasn't even close. When he died, a part of me went with him, and I never got it back. 13 or 14 years went by, with no dog in the house, just our old cat, Dixie. Then, two years ago, Mako came along and is now napping at my feet while I sit on the couch with a cup of tea. She's a great companion and member of our family. Sometimes when she looks at me a certain way, I see Rider's eyes. It's weird.
