Because the end came all too soon and then there were two where there were previously three (we are dog lovers in our family--the more the merrier). And there is a gaping hole in our lives--in the bed where Beau slept with us, and on his usual spot in my husband's home office, by the fire, and at my feet during mealtime, when a certain someone would paw gently, but insistently, at my leg, asking silently, but clearly, for some of my food. I rarely had the heart to refuse him over the past year, knowing as I did that every day was a gift and wanting to make it good for him.