Without hesitation, he nodded.
“There’s an emergency vet clinic a few minutes away. My car’s right there.”
Something about his calm confidence made it easy to trust him. We ran together through the rain, his umbrella shielding us as best it could.
I held the puppy close the entire drive, whispering to her while the man tried to reassure me. At the clinic, the veterinarian wrapped her in warm blankets and scrutinized her. “She’s malnourished,” the vet said gently, “but she’ll be okay.
With proper care, she’ll thrive.”
The man smiled at me. “Looks like you just found yourself a best friend.”
I laughed through tears, nodding. “I think I did.”
That man was Calvin.
Over the following weeks, we stayed in touch. He checked in to ask how the puppy was doing, offered advice, and even dropped off supplies. Willow adored him.
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