Wearing a striped bow tie and sporting an air of canine confidence, Hurricane Joe is on the move, padding his way between buildings at the West Palm Beach cemetery where his business cards read “grief counselor.”
Like grief itself, Joe doesn’t travel a linear path. The little Lhasa Apso is blind — the result of some unknown cruelty inflicted by one of five previous owners — so he mentally maps his surroundings by scent, trial and error, and the patient voice of Gail Raines, who adopted him 18 months ago.
“Watch. Watch,” she tells him. (“I know it’s weird I say ‘watch’ to a dog who’s blind,” she says later, “but that’s his key word.”) [Read the full article….]