I opened the door.
But sometimes, when the loneliness starts to creep back, I put a heavy book on my lap, or a bag of potatoes at my feet. I feel the pressure, the solid truth of something real pressing against me. And I remember the BBW dog, who taught me that the heaviest burdens are sometimes the ones that save you. bbw dog
He left that afternoon, walking slowly down the gravel road until he became a speck, then a memory. I never saw him again. I opened the door