Part 1: The Morning My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Scratching at the Door

three tiny kittens.

They were no bigger than my hands.

The cat lifted her head slowly, watching me without fear.

Baxter placed the yellow sweater beside them. The kittens immediately wriggled closer, seeking warmth.

And in that moment, I understood.

This sweater hadn’t come from where I feared.

It had come from here.

I sank to my knees, my hand pressed against continue reading …