The Shelter Dog Who Gave Away His Blanket and Changed Everything

“Barnaby? You know he’s a senior, right? He’s got some arthritis. Most people want the puppies.”

“I know,” I said, looking back toward the double doors. “That’s exactly why I need him.”

I didn’t adopt Barnaby to replace Luna. You can’t replace a soul like that. I adopted him because I realized that grief isn’t a wall to hide behind; it’s a container.continue reading …