Mirò was always a happy dog.
Three things interested him most: playing, eating and the affection of his owner, in that order.
Whilst playing it was easy tosee his inexorable joie de vivre, whilst eating his unbridled physical appearance and with his owner an infinite amount of gratitude present in each moment, in his eyes.
My Labrador lived in the present, so satisfied that he did not feel the need to plan for a better future, least of all another life.
Mirò was a happy dog, he did not know he had to die.
That which I have written about my dear companion has little to do with communication, or maybe not.