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

my throat sting.

“Because I know what it’s like to have your whole day held together by one living thing,” he said. “And I know what it feels like when someone acts like that thing is disposable.”

He paused, then added, “And because… I wish someone had fought harder for my dog when I didn’t know how.”

My chest squeezed.

I nodded once.

“Okay,” I whispered.continue reading …