I adopted the oldest dog in the shelter, knowing she had only a few weeks to live. Her name was Daisy, and even as I filled out the adoption forms, I felt the weight of the decision settle in my chest like a stone. My husband, Daniel, and I had long ago settled into a life that, on the surface, seemed perfectly ordinary. We owned a modest brick home in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. Every house on our street bore the same sense of careful maintenance, freshly mowed lawns, and flowerbeds tended with methodical patience. Our own…
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