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

eyes steady and calm. She didn’t hiss or retreat. She didn’t tense when I shifted closer. It was as if she knew who I was.

“You trusted her,” I whispered. “Didn’t you?”

The cat blinked slowly, then settled back against her kittens, her body relaxing.

Baxter stepped forward, tail wagging once, and gently sniffed the tiny bundle of fur. The kittens stirred continue reading …