She chose the litter’s fluffiest puppy; nonetheless, I knew we couldn’t keep him.
I let her think it was her decision. I said we went to the property “just to look.” The second we entered the gate, she beelined for the chubbiest, sleepiest little ball of fur—that was all. First squish love. She called him Buttons even before we departed the yard. Trying to make rent stretch, she…