My husband, Nate, and I used to assume we’d have kids. Nate and I met our dog in Louisiana, a 4-year-old-ish black rescue Lab-shepherd mix we named Delta Burke. We were on our way to Oklahoma City, where my husband, Nate, would be on assignment for three months, and had rented an Airbnb with a large backyard for her to roam. The kind stranger who would serve as Delta’s death vet gave us five minutes to say goodbye. The author's dog, Delta.

Source: Huffington Post May 26, 2025 12:28 UTC