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

room to judge how much your memories are worth in quarters and dimes.

I am moving to an assisted living facility next week. My legs aren’t what they used to be, and the house is too big for just me and Barnaby.

Barnaby is my thirteen-year-old Golden Retriever mix. Like me, his joints ache when it rains. Like me, his coat has turned white. And like me,continue reading …