There it is again, that sadness, but this time it is tempered with something else, an excitement that has his inside person working him twice as hard as she has done before—making sure he has his commands down, making sure he gets tons of playtime as a reward for simply doing what she asks. Even the dog knows that something special is coming.
A new word keeps being said: Meghan. It doesn’t seem to be a command, and there is no action that is required after it is said, but he knows that there is significance in it. And, soon enough, he realizes that this is a name, like his own, something that identifies a particular human. And there she is.