7 juillet 2026

The Dog Who Waited at My Door Every Morning

The Paw Against the Glass

The first time I noticed him, I thought I was imagining it.

It was early—too early—when the world still felt half-asleep and colorless. The porch light buzzed faintly above the door, throwing a pale glow across the glass.

And there he was.

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