For the first time since I was 4 years old, I am not responsible...

For the first time since I was 4 years old, I am not responsible for the life of a dog. Calvin, the happiest, goofiest, most loving and good natured dog to ever wander this planet, left us to start fresh Friday night. He left on his terms, taking choice out of the equation as a final kindness, and his absence is absolutely deafening. To say he will be missed is an understatement, a litote worthy of inclusion when examples are sought. He will be missed constantly, in ways that I cannot measure yet, or foresee, though I still try to. I love you Calvin, thank you for your years, for the wisdom you gave me on how to be simply good. I love you buddy, but I am so relieved to know you are back, somewhere, reunited with Hobbes once again. To know you are changing someone else’s life, on your way to finding me, once more. (at Helena, Montana)

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