Every afternoon, just as the light began to soften, an old dog appeared at the edge of a stranger’s yard, moving with the slow certainty of someone who had finally found a secret place to breathe. His collar gleamed, his eyes held a tired kind of trust, and the man inside the house could not shake the feeling that this quiet ritual meant more than a simple nap. So one day, he pinned a note to the worn col… Continues…
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