My father always pampered his pets. So when he fell ill and moved in with us, it was no surprise that his corgi came to rule our home. What I didn’t expect was for Trilby to care for me after Dad was gone.
I never knew my father, a decorated World War II pilot who died before I was born. But a trek at age 67 to the site where his airplane crashed brought me closer to him than I’d ever dared hope.
How Lubbock’s prairie dogs taught me the meaning of home.
A dank cabin and a loyal dog—and, eventually, a loving daughter—turned Texas into home.