HE WOULDN’T LET GO OF MY LEG—AND I COULDN’T WALK AWAY
All I needed were trash bags and cat litter. In and out. But as I pulled into the Walmart parking lot, I saw him. A big, scruffy dog sitting near the cart return. He didn’t bark. He didn’t move. He just watched every car like it might be the one that left him behind. I…
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