This is a patch of sod outside the Second Cup on Spadina & Harbord. I walk my dog by this corner everyday. Sometimes he'll pee on the tree there. He likes to do that. Other times, I'll link his leash to a small fence while I get coffee inside. One day, back in October, we found a dead mouse near his pee tree. It wasn't smashed or slit. It looked to be in perfectly good health. But, there it was: laid out, eyes wide open, gazing blankly up into the world. I wondered if the mouse had mistakenly eaten poison thinking that he was getting a nice muffin or tea biscuit? Or did he die from old age? Do mice die from old age? My dog, Phoenix, sniffed out the rotting carcass and tried to fetch it. I yanked back on his leash, fearing that he might get sick. This pattern continued for the next 6 months. Each day, we'd walk by the same corner. Phoenix would sniff him out and I would yank back on his leash. Sometimes, he'd pee on the tree, too. We s
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