James took the emotional punch to his gut like a champ. The first dog Grace had ever called her own died and she mourned the loss of her fur baby. There was no time limit on grief, but Grace’s heartache seemed never-ending.
The crush to her spirit took the air out of his lungs. Hearing and watching the sadness consume his wife was a pain James never wanted to endure. He had to do something to help his wife manage her suffering. The unmeasurable sadness nearly stopped her from living. She appeared to go through her days like a programmed robot.