Shine On, Maisie Diamond

The day I met Maisie, she was alone in her kennel at the shelter, even though she had a roommate and partner-in-crime named Jerry. But the day I met her, Jerry was being neutered, his adoption pending. I never did get to meet Jerry and sometimes, if I think about it too much, it breaks …

First Damn Day

Maisie is resting beside me, her front paws and chin in my lap, her hind legs curled under her, with her tiny body pressed up to my legs. There is a fire in the wood stove and we are sitting on a brand new, whipped-cream colored sheepskin pelt, a decadent welcome home gift we have …