The mama dog had birthed a litter of pups beneath my cousin’s house. She and the pups were wild and wanted nothing to do with humans, but my cousin still put out food to make sure they would eat a little something.
About three months before, my old dog, Teedy, 14, had died. She had been in my life from the time I was in junior high through college and early adulthood. I was grieving and believed a …
