From the meager collection in my closet, a single necktie stands out. A father’s day gift from just a few weeks ago, gaudy and loud. “#1 Dad” it exclaims, bold print glittering against a purple backdrop. Ella had been so excited to give it to me. My fingers run…
Brown eyes focus on me, echoing a silent plea that I want to ignore. It’s time, they say. Tears fall into my coffee. My head knows he is right, but my heart protests. The clang of his food dish stirs him enough to stand. His tail wags, a…