Today

I was talking to Oliver's ashes. I do that. He's a good listener. I looked down and there was Maizie, just looking at me with this concentration that I can't believe came from a seven-month-old puppy. Her eyes said she knew. She understood. "You know I miss him," I told her. She did.

Dogs have such souls. This is not a new observation, nor is it intended to be. It simply is.