One of my favourite writers is Matthew Fox. One of my favourite books "The Reinvention of work". There is a forward to the book that goes like this:
"To Tristan (July 10, 1975 - June 15, 1992) my companion and co worker for 17 years, who was a grace to all who knew him. Whose work was play and who was always connected to the great work and whose work was finished on June 15, 1992 at 10.30 am - Thank you"
I was mystified - was this a child? But if you look at the picture of Matt on the end page, you will see a little white dog peering around Matt's legs. Later, I met Matt several times and we talked a lot about Tristan. Jay does the same for me. Matt would be pounding away at his keyboard, as I am now, and finally Tristan would get fed up and start messing with the pages on the floor. "Time to stop using your head Matt and use your body!" Jay is asleep on the floor next to me - but in about an hour he will tell me that it is time to get the paper and I will go outside into the world.