The Shelter Dog Who Gave Away His Blanket and Changed Everything

he was saying, I’ll share warmth. I don’t know how to take it.

My eyes burned again.

Because Luna’s last gift had been comfort.

And Barnaby’s first one was, too.

The next morning, he followed me from room to room like a shadow that didn’t quite trust the sun.

When I poured coffee, he sat behind me.

When I opened the fridge, he sat behind me.

When I went to continue reading …