While the rest of us have struggled to find our rhythm since Bee died, Banjo has continued much as he was. It’s not that he hasn’t noticed her absence. When we were home, he took to sleeping beside her bed and sniffing at her things. But even then, he wasn’t sad, his tail thumping as if thoughts of her only brought happiness. Without pause, his life moved on seamlessly, and I wish I could figure out a way to do the same.
A dog's nature
