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

also… right. He’s already half mine anyway. He steals more of my bacon than anyone else.”

Barnaby thumped his tail, as if agreeing.

“Okay,” Rachel whispered. “Then he’s yours. Or… he’s everyone’s. Which is maybe what he was all along.”

We didn’t let Clara’s mission end with her obituary.

We expanded it.

Sarah built a simple website—nothing fancy, just a continue reading …