The Watchdog
May 23, 2019
2 minutes
By Elizabeth Zorich-Harman MILL CREEK, WASHINGTON
I woke at 5:45 a.m., my mind foggy with sleep. I should let the dog out. Then I remembered: Izabelle was gone.
We’d lost our beloved nine-year-old golden retriever to cancer just three days before. A good girl who never wanted to cause any trouble, Izabelle hadn’t let on that she was
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