Salamano, a neighbor of
Meursault's, had a strange relationship with his dog. They were
inseparable, and yet
Salamano often cursed the animal's constant presence. When the dog ran away,
Salamano was distraught because the dog had been his
companion since his wife died. When describing the dog,
Salamano said, "And, you didn't know him before he got sick. His coat was the best thing about him." To quote the book, "Every night and
every morning before the dog hat gotten that skin
disease,
Salamano rubbed him with ointment. But according to him, the dog's real sickness was old age, and there's no cure for old age." I absolutely love that statement: "There is no cure for old age."
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