As winter approaches, I find myself contemplating the impending death of my Great Pyrenees dog, Jesse – as magnificent an animal as I’ve known. Jesse’s 14 now, elderly for a dog of his size, with ragged, thinning fur. He’s hard of hearing, finding it difficult to get to his feet at times, but still charismatic in his quiet way, still fearless, still on the job.
A rambunctious young retriever tried …
