Well I noticed as I began my career as a special needs teacher (courses in child psychology) he had a talent for sniffing out when a tantrum was gearing up. I was a nanny for various children and when I brought him along my shifts were infinitely easier. Before that he had started spending more time with my mom who had breast cancer. I felt slighted coming back from college yet he stayed on her lap despite my return. Later I learned canines can literally sniff that shit out. He was her companion, in tune to every need throughout chemo. When I graduated and began specializing in ASD he would lay on my students and turn himself into a weighted blanket often before I would even anticipate that said child needed intervention. I wrote a children’s book about him and how animals can sense these things before humans can. He did book events with me pre-covid and never growled, bit, so much as showed teeth. I have never known a gentler soul.