The next morning, he returned with a small carrier and a quiet smile. The staff had already prepared the papers. “You sure about this?” the nurse asked.
Thomas nodded. “I think they’ve already decided for me.” As he signed his name, the mother dog lifted her head, eyes following his hand as if she understood.
He knelt beside her crate. “You ready to go home, mama?” Her tail brushed the metal floor once, then again—stronger this time.
“That’s a yes,” the vet said, chuckling softly. “You’ve got yourself a family.”
