The Dog

The dog could just barely remember the days before he had met his master.

Those had been days of hardship and struggle.

He had been too small. It had been too cold. There had been too many mouths for his mother to feed.

He wasn’t sure how long he had wandered alone. He couldn’t even remember where he’d gone. But he could remember the cold. He could remember the hunger. He could remember the darkness closing in.

And then there had been warmth.

He had opened his eyes, and his master had been there...