DECEMBER 13

Dog, Grandfather, Dogs

My dog, Howard, died on December 13 nine years ago. I loved that dog so much and kind of dread December 13 as a result. I got him when he was about six months old from the Richmond pound. He was one of those greatest-of-all-time dogs. He was a bone-thin, worm-infested, gangly hound mix. He started off with some bad separation anxiety (though my current …