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

lighter.

We decided to keep them.

The days that followed brought a quiet rhythm back into our home. Feedings. Clean towels. Gentle laughter when the kittens tumbled over each other. Baxter took his role seriously, never far from the basket.

Caring for them gave us something to do with our hands, something to focus on besides the ache in our chests.

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