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17. “My dog had major surgery and was recovering in his protective onesie and cone of shame. Deeply upset, high as giraffe balls. The meds made him nauseous, and I couldn’t get him to eat, which made everyone upset. Enter the black cat, who had, up until that point (two years), treated the dog like an unwanted houseguest she couldn’t get rid of. She looked at the sad pile…