We buried Gus out in the Dahlia garden, and the hofstra we planted over his grave is exploding. Gus gives and gives, and some dogs are like that. They just give and give.

This is one of the many reasons I love dogs so much, they give me so much, and this is also why I can’t turn their deaths into a lament and a misery. Every dog is a gift to me in his or her own  way. I can’t feel sad about that.