The Hardest Goodbye
When my brother rescued Libby as a puppy and brought her home, my dad tried to return her to her previous owners four times. After that, he gave up and my brother trained her up to be the perfect dog. That’s how she became our nanny dog. She followed my sister and I everywhere, matched our every step and never took her eyes off of us. We ventured everywhere outside as kids, and wherever we went, Libby dutifully followed. When my mom called her back home, she would look between my sister and I and my mom, completely torn. She knew she had to listen to mom, but how could she leave the kids out by themselves?