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

of airport gates with captions like, “On my way to see her.”

Maybe outrage gets more comments. But conviction gets plane tickets bought.

After Clara’s passing, there was one question left hanging like the last note on a sad song.

“What happens to Barnaby?” I asked, one quiet afternoon, rubbing his ears.

We’d been so focused on the crisis of the moment—her continue reading …