As she did every afternoon, Gertie walked alone down her long curved driveway to her mailbox. Inevitably, it would be empty she knew, but she still had to check. Oh, there were the bills to pay, but she knew when they would come. Once in a while she got an unexpected note card from someone, though that was rare. People just don’t do that the way they used to.
As she meandered her way back up the drive, she noticed a dog slowly walking along the edge of the road. The poor old thing held its head down to the ground, seemingly oblivious to everything around it. It was skinny and obviously tired. It made her miss her old dog, who had passed just months ago, leaving her alone. She had been Gertie’s only company, leaving both her heart and home quite empty.
Concerned, Gertie called to the dog. Wary, the dog looked up. After a moment, Gertie continued up her driveway, surprised to see the dog following her. Gertie considered what she had done, knowing the dog needed both water and food. Somehow she felt the dog was meant to come here.
Hurrying inside, Gertie collected a couple of bowls. She filled one with water and one with some leftover kibble from her old dog. She rushed outside half-fearing the dog wouldn’t be there. When she got to her porch, there lay the dog, as if it knew it was finally home.
Gertie put the bowls down, talking to the dog quietly, reassuring her. Gertie then crossed the porch to sit in her rocking chair, humming as she waited. The dog slowly got up, and emptied the bowls before going to lay by Gertie’s chair. Gertie reached down to stroke the dog’s fur. Tears in her eyes, she welcomed the dog home. Together they watched the sun go down.
As dusk set in, Gertie felt a peace she had not felt in quite some time. With the dog beside her, they went inside the old house. Her heart was no longer empty, nor was her house. It suddenly felt like a home again.
Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
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