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

room—at the emptiness where life used to sit—and then back at the dog.

“Because,” he said, “I don’t think today was the hard part.”

He left with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched, like he was carrying something invisible.

I stared at the door after it closed.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something that wasn’t continue reading …