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

it nearby.

The cat ate calmly. The kittens settled into a tight cluster.

Baxter lay down beside the basket, his head resting on the floor, eyes watchful.

When Daniel came downstairs later that evening, his steps were slow and uneven. He stopped short when he saw me on the floor next to the basket.

He stared for a moment, confusion crossing his face.

“What’s continue reading …