18 août 2026

The Hour I Didn’t Deserve

They brought him up just before sunset.

A nurse knocked once, softly, like she already knew this wasn’t a normal visit. Behind her, a vet tech held the leash, but it was more symbolic than necessary. Barnaby wasn’t pulling. Wasn’t excited the way he used to be when he saw me after a long haul.

He was walking carefully.

Slow.

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