Under it sat the yellow frisbee, chewed at one edge.
The words no longer felt like an accusation against me.
They felt like a reminder.
Sometimes love means giving the right order.
Sometimes duty means being willing to stop your own partner if innocent life is at risk.
And sometimes wisdom arrives one second later, when you realize the creature you thought you had to control is desperately trying to show you what you missed.
On cold evenings, Titan would lift his head when dry leaves scraped across the porch.
His ears would turn toward the sound.
Then he would look at me.
I always looked too.
That became our final command to each other.
Not heel.
Not down.
Look again.
