Until one has loved an animal, a part of ones soul remains unawakened.

~ Anatole France

Our kitchen table is back in the kitchen. The screen door on our back porch stays closed. I dont scurry downstairs to turn off the alarm in the wee hours of the morning. Things are back to normal.

Except they arent. They never will be.

We incrementally changed our lives to accommodate our aging dog Zoe, which was at times frustrating for all of us, but never burden. She was such an integral part of our f...