Sara

I woke up the next morning to a cold, gray day. The cloudy skies and drizzle seemed to mirror my emotions, I thought as I poured a cup of coffee and gazed out the window. Even King looked grumpy this morning, snorting when I opened the door to go outside, and giving me what I swore was a dirty look when he regarded the precipitation.

"Sorry, buddy, I don't have anything to do with the weather," I informed him, and I was startled by the voice behind ...