He was my other eyes, that could see above the clouds; my other ears that heard above the winds. He was the part of me that could reach out into the sea. He told me a thousand times over that I was his reason for being; by the way he rested against my leg; by the way he wagged his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he showed his hurt when I left without taking him along; sick with worry that he wasn't there to care for me. When I was wrong, he was delighted to forgive me. When I was angry,...