Part 1: The Morning My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Scratching at the Door

the house. His tail wagged more with every step, like he knew we were doing the right thing.

I carried them inside.

I found a clean laundry basket and lined it with soft towels, arranging them carefully. I placed it in the living room, beside the armchair Lily used to curl up in with her books. I filled a bowl with water, opened a can of tuna, and set continue reading …