It was a chilly February morning. My dog, Juniper, had been scratching for weeks. Her coat was dull. Her skin was flaky. The vet said…
It was the morning of Finnegan’s 11th birthday. I had a beautiful cake on the counter—chocolate, buttercream frosting, sprinkles. My dog sat at my feet,…
It was 10:47 PM on a Tuesday. I had worked late, eaten cold pasta over the sink, and just wanted to collapse. My dog, Finnegan,…
It was a Tuesday evening. My dog, Juniper, had been having stomach troubles for two days. Loose stool. Gurgling noises. That sad, droopy-eyed look that…
It was August. The kind of August where the pavement sizzles and the air conditioner runs until it begs for mercy. My dog, Finnegan, had…
It was a Wednesday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had just finished her third training session of the week. She was doing great—sits were faster, stays…
It was a Tuesday morning. My dog, Finnegan, had just turned 13. His face was gray. His eyes were cloudy. His hips creaked when he…
It was a rainy Saturday. My dog, Finnegan, had just refused his third “premium” dog biscuit in a row. He sniffed it, looked at me…
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My dog, Juniper, had just finished her third lap around the backyard and was now lying on the cool…
It was a Saturday morning. My dog, Finnegan, had just finished his breakfast and was doing his usual post-meal routine—licking the bowl, licking the floor,…