It’s been three months since Mia left. Not the kind of time that shocks you anymore.The kind that settles in. The routines have adjusted. The house knows the new shape of the day. I don’t reach for her in the dark the way I did at first. I don’t listen for her footsteps every time…
There’s a story people like to tell about rescue dogs. That they came from neglect.That someone didn’t care enough.That the problem was obvious — and avoidable. It’s a comforting story.Because it creates distance. But it’s usually wrong. Most dogs don’t enter rescue because they were unloved.They enter rescue because life got ahead of people. Rescue…