Processing loss and death
Catie Byrne Features Editor As I set down his dog bowl and began to walk away, my Labrador Spike’s head shot up, tail wagging, amber eyes glaring, as if to say: “I’m scared to be alone when you leave.” I sat down next to Spike, pointed to his food bowl, gently pet his face and started to cry. Spike, like the rest of my family, … Continue reading Processing loss and death
