The Church Pew Pup

Every Sunday, she waved at an empty pew. Said a dog was sleeping there, tail thumping at the old hymns. Her mama hushed her—“You’re just pretending again, Elsie.” But on the morning the bell refused to ring, they all heard it— A bark that broke something open in every grieving heart. Part 1: The Pew

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