Loss, Grief & Guilt: Letting Go of My Angel

My friend said to me that when we adopt animals we never think about the eventual decisions we have to make on their behalf. In 1998, my mom called me out to her car and said she had a package in the front seat. No one knew what the heck was going on, but I figured “tall person”, as my mother calls me, had to carry it in. What I found on the front seat was a sleeping, as small as my left hand, snoring lightly – Pug.