When I think about my wonderful, charismatic, beautiful puppy, I think about New York. I think about how, while I was fumbling my way through life and evolving on a daily basis, he was steadfast and constant — my anchor and guiding light who was there to love me at my worst and celebrate me at my best. When I think about him, the picture that will be forever embedded in my mind is him running alongside me down the West Side Highway. And I pray there’s a corner of Heaven that feels like Manhattan — because that’s the first thing we’ll do when we meet again. I love you, Dubya the Goose.