I had a bad cat once; her name was Lilly and she looked like a piece of night. She was one of those cats who had her own life, which she expected mine to revolve around. She would leap on me and cling on to my jeans to catch a ride down the hall. She would eat...
There are cat people, and there are dog people, and then there are those of us who are both. I had always considered myself a cat person, but this is the story of how a disabled dog won my heart and has taught me more about myself and about inner strength than...
