If your heart has ever been broken, you might understand my story.
My husband – a beautifully fit and seemingly healthy man – died of a heart attack, just a few weeks before his 56th birthday.
My love and my best friend, he was the happiest and kindest person I’ve ever known. The first words to my friends and family in the hours after he died were: I can’t live without him.
Well, I did, one minute, one day, one week at a time. It has been three years now since he has died, and while I have many people to thank for carrying me through those years, there’s a dog who belongs on that list: Oscar.