THE DOG WOULDN’T MOVE FROM HER CHEST—THEN I NOTICED HER HAND
Every day at 4 PM sharp, my grandma curled up in her recliner with her two dogs, always in that exact order—Coco, the old Chihuahua in diapers, on her chest, and Max, the Shih Tzu, curled at her feet like a sleepy sentry. She said they liked the rhythm of her breathing. That it calmed…