She’s not alone.

I’ve written before about losing our dog, Murphy, and then, much too soon after, our Tatum.

Murphy died a week after I lost my father, so the grief for both losses intermingled and soaked me in tears.

But losing Tatum was harder, my grief more open and raw.

Maybe that’s why THIS STORY resonated with me.

Get your Kleenex. If you’ve ever loved a dog, you’ll need it.