My grandmother said that a dog’s howling is a foreboding for death. I’m not superstitious and have never believed in these tales.
I married a scientist, and we have a lovely daughter, Amy. Amy is at the very center of our existence, and gives us a purpose to live.
She is in the ICU today, held down by masks and tubes in her small frame, as the high fever refuses to subside.
The dogs are howling outside, and it makes me very scared.