Years ago I was in Kathmandu after a run of luck that included being crushed in a wreck, later paralyzed, and eventually sentenced to death for espionage (the Burmese version of a good film review). In the middle of the night during a Himalayan thunderstorm I saw a dog in the clouds. I believed with all my heart that I would find that dog.
Two years later I was tired of waiting for the matching dog, and one day I grabbed the first puppy available in the classifieds. His name was Orville, and he was the dog of a lifetime. He gave his life up for me in the greatest act of selflessness I have ever experienced.