As a kid, my best friend was Heather, a mutt who my father saved from a puppy mill. When I waded in the creek, she jumped in and splashed alongside me. When I climbed trees, she waited at the bottom for me to come back down. I’ll never forget how wonderful it was to go for a walk and know that she’d be right behind me, no matter how far I went.
Wherever she is now, that’s where I’m going when I die, too. See you there, Will.