you loved never walked through the door again.
So I brought Benny home.
He didn’t cure my grief.
He simply made sure I wasn’t carrying it alone.
He slept against my hip every night, followed my voice from room to room, and protested loudly whenever dinner was even five minutes late.
After leaving the cemetery that afternoon, I stood up too quickly beside my car.
The world tilted.
I grabbed the door handle before I fell.
“Very graceful, Carol,” I muttered.
Benny immediately pressed against my shoe.
I’d skipped lunch.
