Everyone seems to love this book. I know, I know. The main character, a dog named Enzo, is hard not to fall in love with. I really wanted to love the book just as much as my friends. Even the ones who don’t read all that often were suggesting it. But, the truth is I couldn’t get past the morbid storyline that unfolds as the book progresses. Without giving to much away I will say that a terminal illness is involved. I know that the relationship between Enzo and his owner is the focal point of the book, and that relationship is beautiful, but for me it was overshadowed by the depressing situations that continued to envelop them. Perhaps it is because I have gone through my own medical close call, and spent more than my fair share of time in the hospital. Whatever the reason, while I appreciated the unique voice of Enzo, reading this book was not enjoyable. Instead it left me feeling as if life is unfair, and made personal tragedy seem commonplace, an unavoidable reality that we will all face. Maybe this really is the case and that is the wisdom of Enzo, the dog who sees it all coming, but it still left me feeling disheartened.