The hospital refused a dying baby one last visit with his therapy dog! When his mother smuggled the German shepherd in anyway, the dog ignored the crib-and started barking at something beside it…

to pretend we still have a curative path when we don’t.”

Leah’s fingers tightened around the plastic rail of the crib. She felt the edge bite into her palm and welcomed it. Pain meant she had not floated away yet.

“You’re talking about hospice,” she said.

“I’m talking about comfort care,” he answered. “About making sure he isn’t suffering. About giving continue reading …