What My Dying Dog Taught Me
We’re wired on a cellular level to cling desperately to life. So how are we actually supposed to deal with letting it go? The day after her 15th birthday, my big blond Labrador looked me in the eyes and took her last breath. She didn’t die, exactly, not in the romantic sense, not in the way we’d like to think about it. Because, actually, I told the vet to kill her.