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

Sophie walked to the phone and smelled the speaker. Then she looked at the note.

For several seconds, she stood between the recording of Lucy’s voice and the paper that carried Lucy’s fading scent.

Finally, she came to me.

I tapped twice against the floor.

Sophie placed one paw on my wrist.

That night, she slept beside my  bed without the note. I had forgotten continue reading …