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Right to the End
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Hilarious, Heroic, Human Dog
By Sharon Struth Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a little out of shape and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well.
~Bennie Wilcox “Her name is Emmy,” I said. “I’m not taking another dog,” Mom said to me over the phone, her tone adamant. “It was hard losing Benji. We had him for a long time. I can’t go through that again. It’s only been two months....” When my mom was fifty-seven, she brought home Benji, a Bichon Frise puppy. She claimed a dog would be fun for my daughter to play with on visits to Grandma’s house. But that was just an excuse. Mom loved animals and had a huge heart. One time she’d returned from work with a cat found in the pouring rain and on its last legs. She and my stepdad nurtured the stray back to life and had him for many years. (Keep reading) | 