Last year, my grandma died, my dad died, my car died, and my dog died. Out of all of these, the one I had the most trouble mourning was the dog. This is sort of surprising, because I never used to be a dog person. But then we had kids. And then one of our kids wanted a dog. And then everybody wanted a dog. My wife and I were having coffee at Barnes and Noble one night when it hit me. I said to her, “We’re getting a dog, aren’t we?” She just smiled.
And the very next week it happened. April the dog adopted our family.