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

and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he mattered.

“You met me,” I said. “I’m not much, but I’m real. And there’s Mike, and Sarah, and Barnaby, and basically this whole diner full of nosy people who will notice if you disappear.”

He snorted, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Can I keep this?” he asked, holding up the card.

“Of course,” I said. “That’s continue reading …