Joshu's Dog

Yesterday, while I was making dinner, the pug wanted to go outside. I let him out and watched him for a moment, struck by how light his fur looked in the pale light of the evening and the stiffness of his back legs as he walked along the sidewalk, sniffing the tall grass along either side. Naturally, of course, this lead me to the most dreadful of places for any sentient being.
He too will die.
Sometimes that’s an overwhelming thought. It’s a thought like a hook, baited with a worm, that catche...