I arrived at my in-laws’ house expecting my eleven-year-old daughter to run downstairs with her service dog beside her. Instead, I found a note taped to her bedroom door saying he was “gone” and that a special family dinner was waiting downstairs. My daughter was terrified. I quietly started taking photographs before asking anyone a single question.
“I do.” “Medical certification?” “On my phone.” “Training documentation?” “Also on my phone.” She nodded. “Thank you.” Then…
