My brother’s dog, Zander, died in the predawn hours off this morning. Zander was a greyhound and was rescued by my brother 11 years ago. He was 14 and likely had cancer, and yet probably died of old age. This dog was my brother’s anchor. He saw my brother through some dark times. After finding Zander had transitioned while he slept, my brother carried him to a field and buried him… no easy task. I know how difficult it was for my brother to put his faithful friend to rest. I thought about some of the family pets we have lost over the years. Thank God for the animals that enrich our lives.