Growing up, I had friends who were sisters and Chinese. One of my closest friends, Billy, was Jewish. We would sit on his backyard swing, laughing so hard that tears would run down our faces. I was Protestant but sometimes attended church with my Catholic friends. It was so different. A bell would ring; people would kneel. The bell would ring again; people would stand. I still remember the scent of incense as the priest blessed the congregation. I also had Black friends who lived in the mi...

Emmy's story begins in a shelter where she is adopted by her first owner. She's excited, happy, and hopeful. For the first time, Emmy feels safe. However, the reality of life and loss sets Emmy on a journey of finding a permanent home. Do dogs have souls? Do they have thoughts and feelings? Emmy does!