As Izzy continues his hospice work, he becomes more skilled and intuitive. He and Glenn bonded, quickly and powerfully. Izzy seems to grasp how to move around people who are ill. He bounded up on the bed, careful to avoid Glenn’s legs, and squeezed in between the retired logger and the window. He lay there for more than 30 minutes, and that is a long time for a border collie to remain still.
   Izzy put his paw on Glenn’s arm, above, and left it there while Glenn recalled his life with his dog Pal. When we return, Izzy will almost surely return to the same spot, and once again lay still while Glenn decides whether and how to touch him. This is instinct on Izzy’s part, as I have not trained him to do that, although I reinforce it when he does.
  Here, Glenn became emotional recalling his own dog, who rode with him in a logging truck for many  years, and Izzy, responded by burrowing his head into Glenn’s outstretched hand. They remained that way for some time, and just about everyone in the room was near tears or crying. Glenn repeatedly asked if Izzy could return. He will.