HE WOULDN’T LET GO OF MY LEG—AND I COULDN’T LEAVE HIM BEHIND
I was only supposed to grab trash bags and cat litter. In and out. No drama. But as I pulled into the Walmart parking lot, I spotted him—a big, scruffy dog sitting near the cart return like he was waiting for someone who promised they’d be right back… and never came. He didn’t bark. Didn’t…
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