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

smug.

Not victorious.

Just… human.

The first night in my new room, Barnaby slept on a blanket beside my bed.

I lay awake listening to the quiet hum of a building full of people trying not to die alone.

Barnaby’s breathing was slow and steady.

At 9:00 PM, a nurse checked in.

She smiled when she saw him.

“Good boy,” she whispered, almost like she needed to say continue reading …