A few weeks after Sadie died, I sat down on the kitchen floor, got drunk on tequila and tried to weave the pieces of her life and death into a cohesive narrative. It felt important to write a thing, to have some sort of tribute out in the world dedicated

In the months after Sadie died, I followed a bunch of dog rescue organizations. Luke, my other dog, has always been part of a pair. He was surrendered to our local SPCA along with a twin sister before I brought him home and then he spent a decade plus with Sadie.

I had to say goodbye to Sadie, Wolf of my Heart, on June 5th.  It has been weeks and weeks, and almost months, and I am still heartsick and aching.  I want to tell you the story about her life. I want to tell you how she came to me,