The morning my dog dragged a yellow sweater to the back door, I thought my heart would stop. Grief had already hollowed our home, stealing sleep, color, even sound. Then came the scratching. The bark. The impossible flash of yellow. I followed him barefoot into the cold, through the fence Lily once slipped through, toward the old sh… Continues…
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