My home has gone to the dogs. They own it, in more ways than one. How does an animal — or three in my case — dictate how I spend my time, money, and energy to take care of them?
Yet, Molly’s soulful eyes melt my heart in ways that I did not know was possible. Maybe I succumb to her ways because of the love in her eyes and how she never strays too far from my sister as she battles the big C. She has embraced the role of the caregiver.
I think my home, and my life, would be empty without their demanding behavior and their wet, loving kisses. Yes, my home has gone to the dogs, but I am the winner in all of this.
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