The Garage Christmas: A Father, a Son, and the Dog Who Stayed

We just pretend.

Ryan stood quickly.

“Can we see him?”

She nodded.

“He’s awake.”

They brought us back.

Buster lay on a blanket, an IV taped to his leg. He looked smaller somehow. Like he’d spent some of his last strength just to scare me into telling the truth.

When he saw me, his tail thumped once.

When he saw Ryan, it thumped again.

Ryan froze.

Then he stepped continue reading …