What about when he goes to college?
Nov 07, 2018
3 minutes
When I adopted my infant son in 1986, I was already a mom for most, if not all, intents and purposes. I had my black Labrador, Char, to whom I was devoted beyond all reason or reckoning. I’d brought him home from the shelter 10 years earlier and was grateful ever after to have found such a steadfast companion.
The head of the adoption agency, noting my attachment to the
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