Let’s Keep It RealI went on with my days and nights, doing little things to keep myself busy. Then one night, months later, a familiar, soft scratching woke me. I crept down the dark hallway in my robe and opened the bedroom door a fraction.
There, on the wardrobe, the mother sat exactly where she'd always been. This time there were three new, tiny pups snuggled beside her — blind, warm, and no larger than my thumb. They were brand-new lives, born under my roof.
I stood in the doorway for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When I finally whispered, "You're back," it felt like saying hello to an old friend.
I closed the door gently and went downstairs to turn the heater on. Rain tapped against the windows and, from somewhere in the early morning dark, birds started their hesitant songs. I made a fresh pot of tea and called Mark to tell him the good news.
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