Here

I glanced down at the distant curb and saw him.

Hector stood there at their feet, his entire body wagging at the sight of me.  I saw his dark brown eyes, the wrinkle of his nose, the poise of his ears.

He looked right at me and barked his silly, low, breathy “I’m-a-much-bigger-dog” bark.

I broke the mesmeric stare of his eyes and looked around.  No one seemed to notice him, a black pug alone on the city streets.  No one held him.  No leash seemed connected to his…

He was close enough for me to see that there was no collar around his neck.

He barked at me again, and I knew it was him, knew it in my secret, wounded heart.





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