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

and her ribs fluttered beneath fur the color of wheat.

“Hey, little one.”

She did not bark or whine. She only shifted so that her raised paw—and the paper attached to it—remained between us.

I stopped about six feet away and lowered myself to the pavement. My knees complained against the cold, but the puppy did not move. There was a raw line beneath the continue reading …