The next day was Sunday January 25th, my 8th day without Sadie. I just had to get out of the apartment so I made plans to have breakfast with Iris and Kat. As we ate at Nate and Al’s, I heard something whispering to me, some drive propelling me toward some mission but I didn’t know what it was. I had this feeling that I was supposed to be somewhere that day. So we looked in the Pet Press and I noticed that a rescue group I had inquired with just a week before Sadie’s passing was . . .