Yesterday I took the dogs with me to the cemetery. I had never taken them before. I stood at Aaron’s grave and fell into my own thoughts. After a few minutes I looked up and took stock of the dogs. Harry was being his usual Terrier self, looking in every direction on guard duty. But Charlie, our mini-Labradoodle, was sitting beside me at the foot of the grave, staring at the ground in a quiet repose.
He stayed next to me and waited. It was as if he sensed the meaning of where we were. It was as if he was paying respects.