When a Scruffy Little Dog Refused to Let an Old Woman Disappear

who did show up,” she said. “And I wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything,” I said, my voice soft.

She looked at me with a rawness that made me want to fold her into a hug.

“Do you think she died thinking I didn’t love her?”

The question split me clean down the middle.

One part of me wanted to say, No, of course not, to bandage the wound. Another part continue reading …