Dogs know things. Knightley seemed to know Cam was sick before we did—he got clingy with him, weeks before Cam’s diagnosis. And I think his heart failed in part because his beloved owner was gone. I hadn’t been prepared for the double whammy of grief I would experience. All the way to the vet’s, I was having flashbacks to that heroic moment when Cam swung the car around, wishing I could swing it around now. Pushing myself to drive forward, only to sever another link between us, as if Cam’s death and Knightley’s were inextricably tied.
