The man explained that the dog’s name was Grace, and that she had been his companion through difficult times. With quiet honesty, he asked if we might take her in. He said it wasn’t an easy request, but one made out of care for her well-being. Lucy had already wrapped her arms around Grace, whispering softly as if they had known each other forever. I felt the weight of the moment deeply. We were still healing, still fragile, but something about that small connection felt right. We agreed to give Grace a home, and as the man said goodbye, he did so with gratitude and dignity, leaving us with more than just a dog—he left us with trust. Continue reading…
