I kicked down my parents’ door at midnight, terrified by the silence. I found them freezing to death, using their last body heat to keep my dog alive.
Three days earlier, I had dropped Barnaby off at their house.
“He’s been limping a bit on that back leg,” I told my dad, handing him a bag of premium, grain-free kibble …
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