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She noises the raspberry bushes as soon as the flowers fall from the canes in spring. She is checking her crop of sweet red berries. By the end of June they are ready for her to harvest. As each cluster of raspberries ripens, she gingerly noses them and gently plucks only the ripe fruits.

She is my girl, eight years old now; my Golden Retriever. She is part of my starting over. She is always beside me or at my feet, my Velcro dog; my soft-eyed mellow yellow companion.