My Son Shared Half His Lunch with a Stray Dog Every Day – Until a Red SUV Stopped Beside Him

I don’t know what got me more, the crooked handwriting or the quiet hope sitting underneath it.

Three days later, the red SUV pulled into our driveway.

This time, Richard wasn’t wearing a suit. He wore jeans, worn work boots, and a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Shadow sat beside him in the passenger seat, his tail thudding wildly against the door.

When I opened the front door, he stepped out slowly, almost shy.

“Ma’am,” he said, “I think your son was right.

Shadow didn’t just find another owner. He found another family.”

He reached into the truck and handed me a manila folder.

“I’m starting something in Michael’s name,” he said. “An animal rescue foundation.

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