I THOUGHT THE DOG WAS JUST ANOTHER PATIENT—UNTIL I READ HER FILE
Her name was Clover, and she came in late on a Wednesday—limping, silent, wrapped in a faded pink towel. The tag on her collar was scratched almost blank, and no one answered the number we pulled from the chip. She didn’t bark. Not once. But she stared at me with this weird kind of calm, … Read more