It was mostly his laugh, they would say. It was either a full belly laugh that seemed to be contagious or the breathless whistle of humor out of control.
They say that with some breeds of dog, they appear to age almost overnight. One day you awake and the dog is old and grey. Then you begin to notice the feebleness, the slowness of movement.
Such it was. Being human. Subject to frailties, disease. The stress of capitalism in the dog eat dog world.
Zen teaches, "Just Sit".
Knock, knock. Open the gateless gate. Yes, winter, spring, summer, fall, winter.......the only constant is change.
Leaving trace.....and the imprints themselves are beginning to smell.