She nearly cried. Two years of waiting, of reposting, of watching people pass them by—maybe this was it. She confirmed Josh’s visit for the following day at 2 p.m., then stood up and shouted into the hallway, “They’ve got a shot! Juno and Juniper have a visit!”
That night, Gabby prepared a gift basket—premium treats, squeaky toys, their favorite rope tug, and a framed picture of the dogs together. She stayed longer than usual, sitting with them in the kennel, scratching behind their ears, murmuring that everything might just finally work out.