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This thread now reminds me of 2 dogs, Chicken and Sebastian.
They actually lived in the house next to my father's, and they were the best friends in the world. Now, Sebastian was a 15-year-old St. Bernard who was totally blind, and Chicken was a tiny little dog, don't know the breed but its fur was so short it was virtually non-existant, and it only walked on three of its legs, for reasons they couldn't for the life of them figure out - several vets had examined the leg and found it perfectly healthy.
Now, Chicken was a very scared little dog. At any time it could, it would crawl underneath your shirt and just sit in there, shivering with cold and fear - probably of the moving clouds, or a bee, or something.
Anyway, Sebastian and Chicken went everywhere together, and Chicken would be situated in any of 2 places: either underneath of Sebastian - between his legs - where no clouds could fall on his little head, or on top of him, if he was feeling tired of walking on his three little legs. Chicken also worked as a kind of radar for the blind Sebastian, because whenever Chicken stopped moving underneath the gigantic other dog, Sebastian would know that a chair, wall or bush would soon be in the way, and stop too.
Now, as Sebastian was close to 105 human years old, he of course would die at some point. He had lived a long life for a dog, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to walk up or down the little stairs to the house anymore. And one day he died. Unfortunately, this made Chicken so sad and without protection, that he also died a month later. He simply would not eat anything at all, and stayed inside, hidden, most of the time.
That was the true story of the most memorable dogs I have ever met. And yes, Chicken was in fact called Chicken - or Kylling, in Danish.
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