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

over and sat for several seconds with the engine running. Six months earlier, after my old shepherd Henry died, I had told everyone at the rescue that I was done bringing animals home for a while. I would drive, deliver food, help with intake, and answer late-night calls, but I would not foster.

A quiet house, I had discovered, could hurt. It could continue reading …