One of the reasons I often avoid stoies about animals is bacause they die, or are tortured. If I want that kind of horror, there is plenty of it in the real world. I was given several of Susan Conant's earlier books, and found they had far too much of this type of information, meaning I stopped reading at a certain point, and passed the books on to others less squeamish. I always approached them like a hand grenade with the pin pulled, never knowing when it might explode. Her talent is terrific, her dogs wonderful, but I can't, and don't want to, become hardened enough to enjoy these books. If she were to concentrate more on Steve (or he's going to be history), and the good parts of her life, and less on historical atrocities, I would become a loyal reader.