[1]Married friends of mine have been visiting for the weekend. Instead of the vacation they imagined, one of them ended up in the emergency room. Everything’s going to be fine. But as I watched my girlfriend sit for days by her husband’s bed, holding his hand, and being the all-important advocate in the hospital, I had a flash of anxious self pity. Who would do that for me? If only my dog could call for the nurse.
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