The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

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“Sir,” he said. “The chair stays here until you and your dog are ready to go. I don’t need it. I just wanted to make sure he got to finish his nap.”

I felt tears prick my eyes, hot and fast. “Why?” I choked out. “Why would you do that?”

He smiled, a sad, knowing smile. “I had a dog named Buster. Lost him last year. He had bad hips, too. I’d give continue reading …