“We weren't looking for a dog. We were looking for something we couldn't name. Otis found us anyway.”
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We weren’t looking. That’s the whole point.
He slept in Melissa’s lap the entire way home.
Healthy, calm, "an old soul," said the vet.
Somewhere, another puppy is waiting to become someone's Otis.
Find Your FrenchieA single candle. He blew it out on his own. Sort of.
Galveston. He hated sand. Loved the ferry.
Grief’s smaller now. He filled the corners.
Families add a new chapter every year. We keep every one of them, side by side.
One Month Later“Some mornings I forget why I felt so heavy last year.”
Six Months Later“Ray started laughing again. Otis started it.”
One Year Later“You don’t plan on being saved by a dog. But sometimes you are.”
