Some creatures are connected despite differences in DNA

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 This is my father, and his faithful companion-- Rosie. They are both different now. My father, having suffered a stroke this summer, is now residing in a nursing home and drifts between lucid moments and what I hope is ignorant bliss. Rosie has been relocated to a new home with a recently widowed woman; she continues to work her magic on another lonely soul. For the last two years they lived together. Man and dog sharing donuts, television, and companionship. Like a couple whose spark has grown deeper. Visceral; with no need for words. I am thankful that my father had Rosie in his life, if only for a wisp of time. She brought him comfort and warmth after the chill and isolation of my mother's absence.