She didn’t bark or whine, just sat with a patience that spoke volumes.
Her presence was a balm, a reminder of the love that still lingered in the spaces Grandma had once filled.
I knelt beside her, adjusting her worn collar, seeking comfort in the familiar motion.
My fingers brushed against something unusual.
“What’s this, girl?” I murmured.
Berta wagged her tail slowly, as if to say, ‘You’ll see.’
Turning the collar over, my heart skipped a beat.
There, hidden beneath the layers of leather, was a small, delicate locket.
It was a secret only Berta knew, and now, it was mine too.
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