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I was a dog in a past life. Really. I'll be walking down the street and dogs will do a sort of double take. Like, Hey, I know him.

Once I was gone for a month and I was just miserable, so I flew back from Florida for two hours just to be home and see my cats.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

I'm like an old dog, I hate to be run off from home.

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

I know this sounds generic, but I'm so happy to be home with my husband, my family, and my dog.

I don't really even go out that much now except to walk my dogs, because I don't want to be recognised.

I like to be at home because I just travel so much. I have four dogs, golden retrievers.

A few years ago, I decided I wanted to be home with my family.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.