What My Dog’s Death Taught Me About Living

Last month, my husband and I took our 13-year old yellow lab, Tiki, to the veterinarian…for the last time.

Ever since she was diagnosed with bladder cancer a few months ago, I’ve been bargaining with God (I’m not religious, mind you). First, I asked God to allow Tiki to survive until I got back from a trip to Toronto. She survived. Then I asked God to allow her to survive until my oldest…