i read a post from a girl who had cancer and went on a road trip with her dog and i tear up seeing the dog. then i'm going off on my road trip with my dog long ago. i came back but my dog didn't. my dog is still there where we parted, on the back of a truck in nanaimo. that was a divergence in me when i split from my dog. i felt it at the time and i feel it now. everything since converges in that place, standing on that road, my dog jumping up on the back of that truck with his last pup, saying goodbye with his eyes, the same look as always, going back to the trailer at the end of the trailer park in southern illinois. that warm black glow in his eyes, that love beyond death and time.