How do I know who you are? Because the people at Animal Control gave me Cocoa's intake sheet. You know, the one you filled out. The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you'd had her all those years. I just couldn't understand why someone would dump a family member.
What if you went through today -- one day -- living your life the way a dog sees it? Thrilled to go for a short walk, ecstatic over meeting another dog, happy as can be just to feel someone's touch, playing with the simplest toys.
"Your dog has cancer." I felt surprisingly calm when the veterinarian said those words to me. I must have been temporarily stunned. After the initial composure, I got off the phone and collapsed into a sobbing mess.