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

knew it was time for work. Please give him a piece of bacon for me. And please tell everyone I haven’t forgotten them. Love, Clara.”

I looked at the dog. He had walked six blocks. Alone. In a blizzard. Just to make sure we didn’t feel abandoned.

Tears pricked my eyes, hot and fast. I looked up at the regulars. Big Mike, a trucker who looked like he wrestled continue reading …