Griffin seemed to be in deep contemplation, even with the ruckus of the family dinner going on around him. I’d like to think he had his “little brother”, Goliath, on his mind. Goliath passed away from lung cancer in January and my parents’ house hasn’t been the same since. Goliath was about 5 years younger than Griffin and the two were inseparable for years until Goliath’s health started failing. He mostly relaxed after that, and Griffin was more than happy to join him. Anyone who doesn’t believe that a dog can feel emotion is a fool. This is not the face of some dumb beast unaware of his own existence. No, this is an intelligent being who knows what it feels like to love, and the pain of losing the ones you love.