even if you’re a dog person, this story will destroy you

Still working on a few theories as to why The New Yorker has really gotten heavy with the aging/dying parent narrative over the past year, which is why ye, like me, may be tempted to skip over V. S. Naipaul’s The Strangeness of Grief from this week. BUT I AM TELLING YOU NOW: DO NOT SKIP.

As tough as the first third of this essay is, things get extra hea…