A Dog’s Eulogy

I was a senior in high school, dutifully scribbling notes in chemistry class, when a teacher appeared in the doorway and asked if he could speak to me in the hallway.  “Your dog was hit by a car this morning. Someone saw her on the side of the interstate. I’m so sorry.” Numb to my fingertips, I said something dumb, like, “That’s okay.” An hour later, the same teacher and my older sister drove me to the county animal shelter...