Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

He was missing his left eye and half an ear, but he had more soul than most humans I knew. He was my co-pilot. He’d sit on the passenger seat, watching the white lines blur, occasionally resting his chin on my arm when the road got lonely.

Last Tuesday, we were cutting through a blizzard in Wyoming. The visibility was zero, and the stress was high.continue reading …