I’m pretty sure that if I die, my dog Blue will be sad. But first she will carefully check all around my body and nudge her nose under my body to ascertain that I didn’t spit up some food as I fell to the floor or didn’t have any on me when I passed. If she finds even one crumb, her sadness will lift because she’ll know my death was not in vain if it provided her another morsel or scrap of anything even vaguely resembling food.
This dog simply must have some Italian in her. Food cures all for her…which is exactly what I was brought up to believe…especially food with tomato sauce on it and parmesan cheese.