They Told Me I Could Only Take One Dog Home Until I Saw What Happened When They Tried to Separate Them

Great Dane, black, enormous even in collapse, lay on a faded blue blanket with his muzzle resting on his front paws. His muzzle was white, the silver-white that comes to dark dogs when they are old, like early snow on a field. His ribs were visible through the loose skin of his sides, not from abuse but from the wasting of age, from a body that had continue reading …