Our family dog Plato was with us for eleven years. He came to us as a puppy and died an old man just before I was ordained a bishop.
|Plato on a snow day|
|Albert Pinkham Ryder’s “Spirit of Autumn”|
|Paul Serusier’s “The Flowered Barrier”|
|Jose Clemente Orozco’s “Modern Migration of the Spirit”|
Dogs never need an exorcist. But in a manner of speaking, we rely upon one every day.