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

one of the kittens cried, he was instantly alert. If the mother cat wandered, he followed at a respectful distance.

Daniel noticed it too.

“She trained him,” he said one afternoon, watching Baxter gently nudge a kitten back toward the basket.

I nodded. “I think she did.”

We began talking more. Not about everything. Not all at once. But we spoke about Lily continue reading …