Memories Flood Back
Memories of our time together flooded back as I watched him with the toy. Rocky rolled onto his back, pawing at it with the same playful enthusiasm I’d known.
It struck me as odd, though. How had he ended up here, in the shelter? “Why’d you have to go missing, bud?” I mused aloud, mostly to myself.
But the sight of Rocky, happily gnawing away, reminded me that sometimes answers come unexpectedly.