My dog of seven years died, and I was devastated. I drank until I was dead drunk. Three months later, my wife, who had always insisted on being child-free, told me she was pregnant. Crying, she said she thought the baby was our dog reincarnated and wanted to keep it. As a staunch believer in being child-free, I softened and wavered. It wasn’t until my wife miscarried that I learned the baby she’d been carrying was her second child.
