I had a few options with Sparta: listen to what she was trying to tell me, or choose to rail against reality.

He guarded his own vomit in an effort to make sure nobody else could get at it. It was an extreme case to say the least.

The text came a few weeks later. Jake took it upon himself to answer a question their daughter had. "Jake, can I pet you while you eat?"

Open letter to my dog's new owner. I wanted to keep Darwin, I really did. But things didn't work out, and I just can't keep him anymore.

Knowing when it's time to say goodbye is difficult. Our dogs depend on us to what's right, and at the right time. But when is right?