Khoi Vinh reflects on the passing of his dog:

This is what I’ve come up with: Mister President came to me at the height of my selfishness, during a time of my life when, fundamentally, I was interested only in myself, despite all the relationships I’d had up until that point. And when he came to me, he taught me how to care for someone else, to devote myself to someone else, to really love someone else — unreservedly and unconditionally.

The downside of owning a dog: instinctually gravitating toward writing like this, even as you become aware of how it will cut right through you.