Laird: Between Him And The Dark

He thought I was beside him. He never understood I was between him and the dark.Laird was never just a dog. He was witness, guardian, companion, interruption, and quiet keeper of the days when silence became too heavy. Born on a farm and chosen by a man who had learned to live mostly apart from the world, Laird entered a life shaped by writing, solitude, chronic pain, long walks, deep stillness, a...