That’s the title of a book by Garth Stein that I just picked up. It seems to be a really nice book from the 11% that I’ve read so far. It’s written from a dog’s point of view, whose owner is a race car driver. It’s only been a couple of months since we had to put Bacardi down and I was almost crying on the third page of the book. I don’t think it’s too soon though, I think reading this book will help me figure out feelings and file them in the right places so that I know what to do with them. Feelings are complex things and they can really overwhelm you at the most unexpected of times if you don’t file them correctly.