His wife was dead. The cerebral hemorrhage which finally claimed her after a terrible car accident had left him alone and feeling much older than his years. He'd married young and half his life had been spent as a provider, a faithful husband and the father of two grown children. He felt he was far closer now at forty-four to his end, than to his beginning. He'd stopped living. His lawn untended, food of no importance, business in the dumps...only his dog, his constant companion, claimed his attention. A walk in the park, his first in a month, finally got him out of his house. Kody, his...