I wonder if this is the same woman. Let's say it was.

Let's say she lived a full and happy life, crossing the bridge from one world into another. She stayed a quiet old woman, comfortable somewhere in New England. Things just moved too fast.

But it turned into a full and happy life. She'd watched and lived and loved and now everyone was gone, all to their great reward or into their own lives. The dog was always there.

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