I thought I was coming home to an ordinary day with my children. Instead, one unsettling silence told me something was terribly wrong before anyone said a word.
Sixteen years is a long time to love anyone, and my yellow Labrador (Lab), Frankie, had been mine for every one of them. He was gray around the muzzle now, slower on the stairs, but his tail still thumped against the floor every time I walked into a room.
