2) I couldn’t leave him behind, and he wouldn’t let go of my leg.

Living with Rufus wasn’t always easy—chewed shoes, stolen bread—but he became my best friend. He’d greet me at the door, lay his head on my lap, and comfort me without a word.One day, on a walk, Rufus ran into an alley where a little boy was crying after getting lost. Rufus comforted him until we reunited the boy with his...
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