The hospital refused a dying baby one last visit with his therapy dog! When his mother smuggled the German shepherd in anyway, the dog ignored the crib-and started barking at something beside it…

way he might say her name when he was old enough to run toward her.

“What about Ranger?” she asked suddenly.

Dr. Pierce blinked. “Ranger?”

“The shepherd. From the therapy dog program.” Her voice picked up speed, because hope, even a foolish kind, had found one thin crack in the wall. “The big German shepherd. He used to come in with his handler. Caleb continue reading …