I didn’t expect to make a decision that would cost me my marriage when I walked into that shelter. But as I knelt in front of that frail old dog, I knew one thing that she needed me. And maybe, I needed her too.
Greg and I had been trying to fill the quiet in our marriage for years and can’t have kitchen.
Then one evening, when we sat in the dim glow of our kitchen, I said,
“Maybe we should get a dog.”
Greg looked up from his plate, unimpressed. “A dog?”
“Something to love,” I said softly. “Something to fill the silence.”
“Fine. But I’m not dealing with some yappy little thing.”
In the farthest kennel, curled in the shadows, was Maggie.
The tag on her door made me surprised.