“When’d he die?” “Right after Dad. Yappy, just kind of... well you know how dogs are, very emotional, they take these things personally. He used to sit outside Dad’s bedroom. I mean, the room is still full of the man, only he’s not there, to be seen, anymore. Dog has one of the most precisely logical minds to be found in nature. Death doesn't make any sense to a dog, he has no appreciation of it. Like we do. He doesn't know it’s coming for him too. If he did, he'd just say, ‘what is this shit, who’s in charge here, what’s the point?”
