The vet figured the dog was about four years old but said it was hard to tell given his malnutrition. He’d been chained probably most of his life, a rope still partially embedded in flesh around his neck. That had slayed her. She knew what that felt like. And from that moment she’d known she could never let this dog down. Ace had saved her. Ace gave her unconditional love. And she gave it back in buckets. Loving had started to mend the dead things inside her.
