When a Scruffy Little Dog Refused to Let an Old Woman Disappear

the end of the week, there was a line.

Not a Black Friday, stampede-the-store kind of line. A quiet line. A clutch-your-coat-closer, practice-what-you’re-going-to-say kind of line.

A woman in a business suit knelt on the slushy sidewalk to scratch Barnaby’s head.

“Today’s my first day back at work after chemo,” she whispered. “I just… needed a sign that continue reading …