
In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able… Read More
By virtue of having a very public meltdown when Eko died, I’m often contacted by people who’ve lost a dog, and thus, lost themselves. On the fifth anniversary of Eko’s death, I want to share the most important thing I’ve learned from those conversations in hopes it might help others who are struggling to find their way. Read More
After Eko died, I made my puppy a promise. My children would know his love. Not in the way I dreamed – with his gray muzzle nestled against them. But in the way I lived – with joyful commitment to making the most of the time we share together. I wanted to teach them what Eko taught me – to let go of hoping for tomorrow so that we can hold fast to loving today Read More
Spoiler alert: They’re insane. In a good way. I think, at least… Read More