Diaries: Life lessons we learned from our pets.
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When Kevin and I broke up nine years ago, we sold the
Eames couch we bought together from a vintage shop in San
Francisco. We couldn't agree on who would get custody, so selling
it and splitting the $1400 seemed like the best way to keep things
fair. My half would go toward the security deposit on a new
apartment. I was moving out.
More difficult to divvy up was Chauncy, the
5-year-old bulldog mix Kevin and I had adopted together. But we did
our best to split the dog down the middle, too. I found a new place
right across the street. It was the best apartment I had seen, and
hey, I liked the neighborhood, I told everyone. But really, I liked
that Chauncy wouldn't need to adjust to new sidewalks and parks and
neighbors, and he'd be close to Kevin, too. I gave Kevin a spare
set of my keys. He would come over every afternoon to walk Chauncy,
and take him in when I was out of town.
Kevin and I started dating in college, then built a
happy life together in San Francisco. On my 21st birthday, Kevin arranged to fly in a
little puppy from an Alabama farm. We met him at the airport and
named him after a member of an R&B group. Then, we moved to New
York, and everything unraveled. We fought about spending too much
money and not enough time together. Couples therapy failed to save
the relationship. We thought we could stay best friends or, at
least, close ones. Sharing Chauncy would help maintain the
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