Beyond "good dog"

Alberto Bear

Bear

My dog died early Friday evening during a thunderstorm. “I’m glad it’s raining,” I told Marshall as we knelt over Bear before the vet injected morphine into his hindquarter. She told me to hold his head, to keep him from biting her when she gave him the shot. I held his head and talked to him, but he wasn't fooled. When the needle pierced his leg, h…