A few years ago my best friend Odin died. He had a heart attack at ten years of age. The morning it happened, I raced him to the fire station at 60mph through the residential streets. The paramedics couldn’t revive him.

I took his fat, furry body home and cried over it. Not wanting to let him go.

I contemplated a taxidermist. A cremation and bronze urn. A seamstress weaving his fur into a nice winter hat.

But then I decided on a different kind of memorial…