It’s the sight every pet owner dreads: a tangle of matted, bloody fur lying in the middle of the road. At least she didn’t suffer. We, on the other hand, are a mess. Missy was a remarkable animal. While I was living alone in a rambling farmhouse, I carried Missy with me everywhere because my farmer landlord didn’t want dog nails to mark up the wood floors. I couldn’t bear to leave her outside (his preference), and his sister talked the man into letting me have Missy in the house. (“A girl living alone needs some company, don’t you know.”) In deference to his sensibilities, […]