In the results is a suggested question for How long do foxes live. I click on it. I should not have clicked on it. That sadness inside me folds in on itself. Doubling. Tripling. “That… That can’t be true,” I sob. Unable to help myself, I search more. And the answer is still the same. Buddy tilts his head, looking at me. “It’s not true.” I lie to him. “Foxes can live forever.”
