A year ago today, my best buddy Orson passed on after a rough couple of weeks of a sudden illness. He went in his own time, chose to pass over while still at home. After a final difficult night, he tried to lift his head to take a last look at me — he couldn’t raise it on his own, so I helped him. And then he took his journey.
God better be walking him every day and giving him treats. If I find otherwise, God and I will step outside and have words.