We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?

I’ve always felt almost human. I’ve always known that there’s something about me that’s different than other dogs. Sure, I’m stuffed into a dog’s body, but that’s just the shell. It’s what’s inside that’s important. The soul. And my soul is very human.

People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

People speak of a will to live. They rarely speak of a will to die. Because people are afraid of death. Death is dark and unknown and frightening. But not for me. It is not the end.

But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.