A Mysterious Dog Slept Outside My House Every Day — What I Discovered Still Haunts Me (4 of 4)

It was my porch. Years ago.

They had been neighbors. I never even knew.

His son offered to keep Jackson away, worried the visits might be painful for me.

But I said no. Absolutely not.

“If this is where love brought him back,” I told him, “then I’ll never turn him away.”

And now, every Sunday, Jackson comes to nap on the porch again. Sometimes it’s ten minutes. Sometimes it’s hours. But he always leaves with a lighter step.

And I sit quietly, watching him, grateful for the love that lingers.