Jan is a dear friend of mine, and is a dog lover, as I am. (As we are, really; DH and I now have a pack of four.)
One of Jan’s dogs is dying of cancer, and being the wonderful writer that she is, she has written a tribute to Reggie.
I am lying in bed with 170 pounds of dog: one big, one medium. They are, I regret to admit out loud, in the same proportion in my heart. I do love them both. But the big one, the one who lives inside my soul; he is dying.
It’s lovely, but I warn you: grab a tissue.