The Puppy Had a Note Tied to Her Paw-and Someone Promised to Call at Noon

my fingers. Her nose was cold and dry, her breath shallow. When she did not retreat, I slid the paper onto the blanket and folded the fabric around both of them.

She allowed me to lift her.

A puppy that age should have felt round and warm. Sophie felt like a bundle of sticks wrapped in cold fur. She pressed her muzzle against the paper and kept it beneath continue reading …