My precious Zoey. Zoey was my last living connection to the life Josh, my late husband, and I shared. I rescued her three months before Josh came into my life. She was there through our years together, a silent witness to our love, our ordinary days and the life we built. When Josh died, Zoey was there, too. I remember sitting on the closet floor, surrounded by his clothes, trying to hold on to anything that still carried his scent. In those moments when the grief felt unbear