The photographs on this page, brought to life.

He was the runt of a litter in a barn off the county road, and the only one who did not come when he was called, which should have been the warning. Buckley did not fetch. He supervised. He sat at the top of the driveway every afternoon from three o'clock, which was when the bus came, and he stayed there in November rain and February dark until both kids were in the house. When the youngest left for college he still sat there, for most of a year. He stole exactly one thing in his life. A Thanksgiving turkey, in 2014, off the counter, in front of eleven people. Nobody has ever let it go. The last morning, he made it to the top of the driveway on his own. We think he knew what he was doing.