My struggles with canine love on the rebound

It started as a typical rebound relationship. I was drowning in grief, and to say my judgment was impaired is an understatement. Tovi had died two weeks prior, breeding an impulsivity in me that no intervention could interrupt. I was sure adopting another dog would sedate my debilitating pain. The day after he died, I frantically dragged my husband to three shelters and cried when no one came home with us. Tovi was the closest thing to a soulmate I’ve ever had. He was there for me during my tumultuous 20s, and having him as a stable presence forced me to grow up. We lived in nine places, took ...