Am I Wrong for Wishing I Didn’t Have to Be the Strong One—Even for Him?
Today marks three years since Rio lost his front leg and the vets told me he might only have six months left. Three years ago, I agreed to a surgery I couldn’t really afford, pleaded with my credit card for one last chance, and promised Rio his fight wasn’t over. And fight he did. He’s…
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