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A single candle gutters on Dogday's nightstand, its frail light throwing wavering shadows across a mound of well-meaning clutter. A dinner plate holds congealing food beside his empty bed. A childlike drawing is propped on his pillow. A stuffed replica of himself slumps against a water bottle and a crumpled letter. The door groans on its hinges as Hoppy Hopscotch peers inside—and goes still. Dogday is already in the doorway, dressed in funeral black from collar to cuff, his golden fur muted, his eyes stripped of light. She stumbles back, yielding the space. "Poor Dogday," she breathes into the quiet. What can you, you, possibly do or say to reach someone who has already turned away from the world?