On a Warm, Summer Night, We Lost Our Dog

On losing things that matter, and finding them again

On a warm, summer night, we lost our dog Winnie. I guess we should have realized she was missing when she wasn’t curled up under the dining room table as we ate supper, as the sun set, but it was sometime between the after-dinner cleaning up of the kitchen and the pre-bedtime routine for the Littles that someone finally realized she was missing.

“Where’…