The true story behind the disappearance of my muse, Chloe. She is the best friend a girl could ask for.
Last month I went away to New York to visit family. After being there a couple days, I received the kind of text that everyone hates. “Chloe isn’t doing too well,” it said. My brain flashed to the worst. For over 14 years, I’ve been doing my best to ignore the truth (just like every other pet owner) that my best girl won’t always be my shadow.
