Wrapped in a brown wool camping blanket with a red stripe on each edge, we lay Oslo’s beautiful, still body in the back of the Volkswagen. We drove flat, faces wet, to the veterinary hospital on Lake City Way. They met us at the car with a gurney. Gently moved from the car, Oslo could have been sleeping. I held Mies to Oslo’s head so he would know for sure that he wasn’t, then hugged his neck hard and caressed his velvet ear one last beautiful time. Grieg Garden at the UW campus on the way home, the place we were married, the place we strolled with our remaining two, among the rhododendrons and the cherry trees, coming to terms with our crushing loss. A loss so crushing because loving Oslo was a win so expanding. Will, rubbing my feet the day we put Oslo down, after returning from sending his body to be cremated. August 5, 2017. Seattle, Washington.