They Told Me I Could Only Take One Dog Home Until I Saw What Happened When They Tried to Separate Them

pressed it against Harold’s shoulder on that November morning in the shelter.

The gesture still meant the same thing it had always meant.

I am here. You are here. That is enough.

Margaret had gone to the shelter looking for something manageable and had found instead something true. She had nearly chosen convenience and had chosen, instead, the more demanding continue reading …