Today I finished reading Ben Moon's heartfelt tale of his relationship
with his dog Denali. It made me miss Zinny and realize what a help
she would have been as I went through my own divorce, but also what
a consoling presence she has been to my dad as he recovers from
cancer. I still have a hard time with the fact that my parents
decided to keep her though after they helped watch her for a year.
Ben Moon went through both divorce and cancer with Denali and the
dog's friendship was a constant in his life that kept him going. I
long for the dirtbag life, as Ben calls it, living out of a van with
only a dog for a companion. Squeezing life down to it's most
important roots! I tend to acquire things and often can't see past
difficult choices that need to be made. Choices that can sometimes
be singularity beyond whose event horizon I cannot see. Ben is also
introspective in the book above his own falings.