The Night We Stopped: A Veteran, a Good Dog, and a Child in the Rain
I didn’t see the child—Milo did. My service dog went rigid on the bench seat, ears up, one paw pressed against my thigh. The same paw he uses to warn me when the world is about to tilt. The wipers were beating time. Rain like handfuls of nails. Midnight under the overpass. Concrete slick as […]
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