As a freelance writer my monthly intake was inconsistent. My husband's corporate sales job funded just one round of IVF before maxing out. I knew I was privileged to have even that, but affording each subsequent treatment required both a percentage of my husband's salary, and a deep dive into our savings. Walking dogs added a few thousand dollars to our family fund each month.
Every morning, I’d enter someone else’s apartment door, and hear the sound of galloping feet. Two big paws would charge at me and wrap around my neck — usually a toy would be hanging from a wet mouth. Sonny was always eager with his daily offering.Growing up with my single mom in New York City, we were cat people. Her own gray cat, Valentino died before I was old enough to really remember. At nine years old, I got Paisley.