He Drew Our Rescue Dog as Family—And the School Tried to Erase Him

that, so I simply said:

“He’s good at that.”

Mrs. Gable nodded once.

Then, surprising me, she asked:

“How is Barnaby?”

The question hit me like a small punch, because it was so normal—so human—amid all the noise.

“He’s…” I started.

And then I realized I’d been avoiding noticing what my body already knew.

Barnaby had been slowing down.

Sleeping more.

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