Three years passed, and every Saturday she came to visit.
The puppy grew into a happy dog she named Lucky.
They played together like nothing had ever separated them.
My home filled with their laughter and energy each week.
Then one day, she arrived earlier than usual and looked different.
She was holding an envelope and trying not to cry.
Her family was moving to another city, she said quietly.
And this time, she wouldn’t be able to visit anymore.
She asked if she should take Lucky back with her.
But then she shook her head and said she didn’t think she would.
Before leaving, she hugged him one last time for a long moment.
Then she walked away without looking back.
The house felt empty after that day.
And Lucky kept waiting at the door long after she was gone.
