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

the kind of sunset that looks like it’s trying to apologize for everything it can’t fix.

Barnaby limped through the grass, sniffing, happy in the simple way only a dog can be.

I sat on a rock and watched him.

And I thought about how many people would read my story and only see a debate.

A verdict.

A side to pick.

I thought about how many people would miss continue reading …