Scary.
Our dog Shirley is dying—in my mind.
She’s perfectly healthy according to the vet.
According to x-rays and bloodwork and diplomas.
But I have a feeling.
The problem.
We adopted Shirley when she was three years old because our energetic puppy, Raindrop, seemed to need a playmate.
Shirley was the shelter’s go-to for training and calming other dogs.
Soon, she was training all of us on matters of love and life.
There was extortion. There was crying.
