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I want to tell you Laika was not afraid. Confused, maybe. Hot. Bored. But she was. Afraid, I mean. Of course she was and of course that makes your chest ache. What makes us human is that we mourn her and also that we sent her. Driving fast on 23 I flinch at the broken body of a dog in the ditch. My husband says what happened? And I say I saw something sad at the side of the road to spare him specifics. He puts his arm across me as if to hold me still in a crash. Our