What is a Miracle?

Loss and Comfort; Are We Always Simply Looking in the Wrong Direction?

Mushroom, our beloved and unbelievably elderly dog, finally passed away. There was a day when he simply pulled his snout back sharply at the offer of food, and from then on, his decline was rapid.

There was a day when I would come into the house and find him slouched like a little black and white parcel in unusual places such as the corners of the …