Prologue

Today our dog came back.
He was just sitting on the porch outside the front door of my parents’ house.
He looked fit and strong, though a little bewildered.
All in all he seemed very happy to see me.
I threw myself around his neck and started to cry, as he’s been dead for more than fifteen years.
When I looked up again it was snowing, which was kind of weird, because the sun had just been shining, and this was in the beginning of August.