Shared joy, double joy. Shared sorrow, half sorrow. My best friend died today. Cancer. It was quick, within days. I dare say he lived a happier life than most dogs. He was used to walking free, off leash, because he knew when to wait and when to go. He was calm, friendly, loving and a very smart dog.
His final place would be at the end of the garden without a fence, at home, overlooking the fields and woods where he was used to sprinting for the joy of movement and speed.
He was nine and his name was Jan Ámos.
