s. thought he was coming home to die and she could say goodbye, and i wanted that too, but it happened this way, and i think it was a good way. he couldn't move, and moving him would have caused more suffering. and to come home just to die? and b. would have the memory of that too, and out there in the sun and leaf shade he was so at peace. there is no way to make this other than devastating. seeing him eat chicken look at us, and hold his paw up, his spirit. i think the spirit does go on a journey in this life, and when the body is tired the spirit moves on. even if we say these things to comfort ourselves, i will check in my body and see, i think it's his spirit that will be there continually comforting me. i sometimes don't know what life is about or what it means but in my heart i think it's about the spirit moving in bodies and loving.