I never imagined it would come on four legs, with eyes full of memory and a heart full of quiet loyalty.
“I miss him every day,” I told her softly. “But you make it hurt less.”
She pressed her nose to my cheek, and I closed my eyes.
Grief hadn’t disappeared. But something had shifted. I didn’t feel quite so hollow or alone. Daniel had loved us so deeply, he had made sure that even in death, we would still be held.
And somehow, Grace had carried that love straight to our door.