I remembered the boy crying the day they buried Smokey in the yard, and I hoped he wouldn’t cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to… - W. Bruce Cameron

He’s not a pet. That’s why his cage is glass, the kind of glass where we can see him but he can’t see us. We’re just taking care of him until his leg is better, and then he’ll go back to the park. He can’t get used to people feeding him or petting him or dogs playing with him, or he won’t be safe in the wild, see? My dad rescued him. He’s a game warden. He found Sammy caught in an illegal trap, and he even arrested the men who put the trap out!” The animal was moving in such a tantalizing manner — quick little hops, its head making sudden jerky motions. I knew it must want to play Chase Me! I peered up at Maggie Rose and whined a little.

The concern coming off both Kimo and Marco was raw and sharp, I knew that if I weren't in the crate could put my head in their laps and they would be comforted. A person will always feel better with a dog's head in their lap.

You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.