Georgie loved nothing more than waiting by the mailbox — hearing the gravel crunch in that certain way that meant his human was home.
With a wagging tail, he’d spin as old Wyatt feigned surprise to see him.
Rain or shine, Georgie waited.
Georgie waited when Wyatt got sick,
and when Wyatt stopped appearing.
“Dumb dog, he’s been gone for years,” the others would say.
But old, blind, and deaf, Georgie waited.
One day, the gravel crunched in that familiar way.
By Wyatt’s side, Georgie walked to a beautiful place beyond the gravel, where aches and pains melt away.
