unfortunately or not, grief is anticipation and remembering too for people, thank goodness not dogs, and grief can be learning, grief isn't always poetic, and may be dissolute.
grief is trying to understand why, and that's where we begin, asking why, the most elemental questions, why is the sky blue, why do we die?
if the spirit came from elsewhere and it was like a womb, an inland sea of infinite comfort and space, then being born may have been the first grief.
suppose, if we do not grieve we cannot celebrate, or wonder, what this life is.
sara came along, happy to see mister, and i may have made her grieve. i said he's getting old is all, and naturally, she thought of her husband courtney, he died only recently, and recently before that she grieved her golden dog too, like i am now, though he's still here. and she said it reminded her of courtney, and maybe it's not apt to compare courtney to a dog, but i said it is, i mean, all loss is loss, and all connects. so i won't feel bad for being despondent, that's where we connect, we've been there, we're here to say, it may be sad to grieve on such a beautiful day. so then grief is beautiful. and beauty comes to grieve, now and then, again, eventually. 
unfortunately chiara had a poopy left ear, and i was unable to hug her as i would. and this may have grieved her, for she thought she smelled beautiful, for she has rolled in beauty. 
and beauty of a kind can isolate. 
so they went their way looking for a swimming place, and we went ours, thinking of a bath, but i smelled him and he smelled nice.
in three days he will come to stay with me and we will do ok. we don't know what's to come, but we are preparing anyway.