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

who was asleep beneath my desk with her chin on my foot.

“You tell me.”

I had believed that refusing to foster would protect me from another goodbye. Then Sophie arrived and proved that attachment did not ask permission. It entered through the front door, slept beside your shoes, and learned the sound of your car.

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