My aunt Dorothy adored her small Pomeranian “Princess”. Dot would pamper over Princess like she were a baby and we, as little kids, would often make fun of her behind her back. One day I arrived at my grandmother’s house to find aunt Dot bawling her eyes out in the kitchen table, my grandma hopelessly comforting her.
I first thought there was a serious family tragedy. Had someone passed, had one of my cousins been hurt in a dreadful injury? My grandma looked up at me as I came in. I challenged her with pallid complexion and lifted eyebrows. Princess expired she mouthed to me. At first I was dumbstruck. All […]