Only four days ago, I thought I was within hours, if not minutes, of losing Coda. For newer readers, that name refers to one of the seven dogs I’ve had in my adult life, and she’s particularly precious to me.
She is about twelve years old or so (we really don’t know, but let’s say plus or minus a year) and, due to a tumor near her heart, she isn’t going to be with us much longer. The past one hundred hours is a hundred hours I never thought I’d get, so I am grateful for them.





