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

to memorize the feel of something before it disappears.

Denise tapped her pen against her clipboard. “So, Caleb… you want to take the chair today or…?”

Caleb looked at me. Then at Barnaby. Then back at me.

“No,” he said gently. “Not today.”

Denise blinked. “But you paid for it.”

“I know.” He swallowed. “It’s his chair.”

Barnaby’s tail thumped once. A soft continue reading …