I never expected my life to change on an ordinary afternoon. As my son Liam and I were leaving the grocery store, we noticed a man sitting on the curb with a small, shivering dog pressed against his side. When he approached us, his voice trembled: “Would you please take my dog? She deserves more than I can give.” At first, I hesitated. Life hadn’t been easy—I was still grieving my husband’s passing and trying to raise Liam on my own. But when I looked at the little dog, and then at Liam’s pleading eyes, I felt my heart soften. “All right,” I whispered. “We’ll take her.”
