Antigone can see death coming. Same as all the women in her family, death always takes the form of a black dog, nipping at the heels of the soon-to-be-departed.

Only forty years old when her own black dog appears on her doorstep, Antigone isn't frightened.

Instead, she welcomes her death inside, and watches it make itself at home on her sofa. And soon, like all good dogs, it quickly becomes her closest companion.

Having death at her side, loyal and constant, is almost a comfort. But it also forces Antigone to reckon with the life she's lived, and the decisions her own mother made years ago when her own dog arrived.

Antigone comes to learn death is patient. And sometimes we live best when we're dying.