I thought it was love at first sight when I adopted that scruffy little terrier mix from the shelter. He trembled in my arms as I signed the papers, already imagining our life together. But halfway home, my phone rang with a claim that shattered my dream – the puppy had been stolen from someone’s yard.
The caller, a man named David, described unique markings I hadn’t mentioned to anyone. My heart sank as he sent photos proving this was indeed his lost pup, Max. Though the shelter insisted they’d done their due diligence, something in David’s voice told me the truth. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop between our homes.
Watching Max leap into David’s arms, licking his face with frantic joy, erased any lingering doubts. As I turned to leave empty-handed, David stopped me. “Wait,” he said, pulling out his phone. “The shelter just got a litter that looks just like Max. Maybe you’d want to…”
Two weeks later, my new puppy Benny and Max had their first playdate. Now our families share Sunday barbecues, and our dogs are inseparable. Sometimes the right thing leads you to something even better.
