A Few Words on Remorse
MANY YEARS AGO, when I was working and living at home with my parents after graduating from college, our family dog, Jenny, began to decline dramatically.
Before I explain her final illness, some background about Jenny is in order:
She had lived with us for more than ten years and had come to our home in a miraculous way. One night we were all sitting around watching television when we heard a girl scream outside. Our neighborhood was generally safe, but the girl, who was walking back from an event at the high school, was being attacked by a man, who was trying to drag her into his car.
My father instantly ran out the door. He bounded down the driveway and across the street. The man saw him and he took off, leaving the terrified girl there on the sidewalk. My father was a hero. Indeed, all was well with the world.
That was the very night Jenny came to live with us. (more…)

