This week I lost my service dog, after more than 13 years. A black mouth cur, he was fearless, intensely loyal, and protected puppies at the dog park. His loss echoes through my home and my heart. Farewell, Samwise. May you chase those celestial squirrels and rabbits along the starry trails in the canine nighttime skies.
"There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be— in the cold grave, under the deep deep sea." -- From Thomas Hood's poem "Silence"