The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

But life isn’t clean.

Aging isn’t clean.

Love isn’t clean.

Dogs shed.
People forget.
Bodies fail.
Hearts break.
And still—somehow—we keep going.

Sometimes, the only thing keeping someone alive is a tired old dog on a blanket beside a bed.

So I’ll ask you the question that started a war in my kitchen:

If your parent was moving into assisted living, would you continue reading …