MY DOG NEVER LEFT MY SIDE—BUT THIS TIME, I WOKE UP IN A HOSPITAL BED WITH HIM ALREADY THERE
I used to joke that my Labrador, Crover, wasn’t really a dog—he was my shadow. Wherever I went—kitchen, shower, even on awkward first dates—he trailed behind like he’d taken a vow of loyalty I never asked for. But this time was different. When I woke up under the cold hospital lights and stiff sheets, he…