Mourning My Dad and the Dog He Never Wanted
If I could save her, I would. I needed to feel that it was in my power to save her, to save something. I didn’t need her to be uncomplicated. I didn’t need a good dog. I needed her.
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We remember only a version of the story, and we tell only a fraction of that version. And sometimes, even that will fail us.
Mar 01, 2018