Henry placed his cold hand over Mitchell’s.
“Lorraine always wanted a son.”
Mitchell said nothing.
Henry squeezed his hand.
“I guess she just had to wait a while.”
Bruno came home that spring.
His dog bed was placed beside Henry’s recliner.
He ignored it.
Instead, he walked to the empty chair beside the front window.
Lorraine’s chair.
The knitting basket was still there.
Bruno lay down exactly where he used to sleep at her feet.
Six years later.
He remembered.
Henry lived another eleven months.
They were good months.
He repaired his hearing aids.
Returned to church.
Sat on the porch.
Talked with neighbors.
Children who once called his house haunted came by to pet Bear. FindFamily Lawyer
Mitchell moved across the street.
Every morning and evening, he walked the dog.
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Then, one Sunday morning, Henry died peacefully in his sleep.
Bruno was