New York

I’m 42 years old and I spent my last 16 years with Sharav, and my first seven with Latke, which means that I’ve lived with a dog for just over half of my life, and I can hardly remember what it’s like not to have one.

From my standing desk in my home office where I’m writing this, I’m looking at the bed that I set up for Sharav in the other side of my apartment – configured in my line of sight so I could keep an eye on him, and he on me, and so I could briefly turn my camera off during meetings to give him a quick wave.