KENHYTE

When Buddy was young, getting him into the ocean was never the problem. Getting him back out was. The Labrador...

I first noticed the dog on a cold Monday evening at the ferry terminal. The last commuter crowd of the...

My father had already forgotten my name once that afternoon. Not permanently. Not in the way people sometimes imagine memory...

Three days after my brother’s funeral, Cooper was still sleeping beside one of Jason’s old sweatshirts. The apartment looked almost...

The shelter had run out of space. That was the simple explanation. Too many dogs. Not enough kennels. Too many...