He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to — Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
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He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

— Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
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