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Kaytleen Roberson had driven the roads of Lamar County, Mississippi, so many times they felt like part of her life. The same long stretches of …

The park was nearly empty that day. The cold had teeth. Rain hit the ground like little stones. Somewhere near the trees, a dog was …

The rain hit the ground like it was angry. The street looked red and wet, cold like it had no mercy. A tiny black puppy …

The mama dog lay on the sidewalk like she had been forgotten by the whole world. Her thin body was pressed against the wall, as …

Katarina did not understand why the world suddenly changed. One moment, she was somebody’s dog. The next moment, she was left on the side of …

Buford was not a loud hero. He was a quiet one. A gentle giant with a calm heart. The kind of dog who watches the …

Annabelle was found on the street in Vietnam. She was just a small dog, but she looked like she had lived a hundred sad days. …

The war did not only steal homes from people. It also stole safety from the smallest, quietest souls. In the Kherson region of Ukraine, the …

Buddy’s name deserved gentleness. He did not get it. In Bath, Somerset, the River Avon kept flowing like it always does. The water looked calm …

He was just a tiny puppy. So small he could disappear in someone’s arms. His fur was pale and soft, like warm cream. But his …