Counter Intuitive
With the possible exception of the day Taylor decided she’d had enough of country, the saddest day of my life was the day our dog Abbie died. I was rarely in the house when she wasn’t, and no matter what she was up to when I walked in the door, she never failed to come over and excitedly greet me. Contrast that with my three children who, while in their late teens, had trouble differentiating between me and the mailman. Of course, at some point, we knew Abbie’s days were numbered. […] Click to read more…