That was all it took. “Let’s bring her home,” I said.
When we walked through the front door, Kelly froze.
“She’s… a little scruffier than I pictured,” she said, eyeing the dog warily.
“Come on, Daisy’s great,” I said, smiling. “Besides, she and Andy are already best friends.”
Kelly gave a polite nod, clearly uncertain. “Just keep her off the carpets.”
That night, Daisy was restless. She paced the hallway, letting out soft whines.
“Can’t you do something?” Kelly asked, clearly exhausted.
“She’s probably just nervous,” I replied. “New place, new people.”
To my surprise, Kelly got up and walked to the hallway. “I’ll give her a treat or something,” she muttered.
When she returned, she simply said, “Just needed a treat,” and climbed back into bed. The whining stopped.
But around 3 a.m., I woke up to silence—and a strange feeling. I checked Andy’s room. The bed was empty. The covers were on the floor, and the window was cracked open. Panic set in.
I searched every room, calling his name. Nothing. I rushed back to the bedroom and shook Kelly awake.
“He’s not in his room. The window’s open. And Daisy’s gone too.”
Her eyes widened. “Maybe he followed her?” she offered, though something in her voice seemed… off.
I called the police and alerted everyone I could think of. Just after dawn, my phone rang—it was our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Carver.
“I saw a little boy near the woods behind my house,” she said. “He looked lost.”
I didn’t wait. Kelly and I got in the car, with Daisy’s leash still lying by the door. As we drove, the tension was thick. When we reached the woods, I ran ahead, calling Andy’s name.
Finally, I saw him. Curled up under a tree, shivering. I rushed to him and pulled him close.
“You scared us, buddy,” I said, voice shaking.
“I thought Daisy ran away because of me,” he whispered, his arms wrapped around the dog, who had appeared behind me—muddy and tired, but never far from Andy’s side.
Back home, I breathed a sigh of relief. Andy was safe. Daisy was home. But something still didn’t sit right.
Later, I asked Kelly, “How did Daisy get out? I locked the door.”
She looked down, her hands twisting together. After a long silence, she admitted, “I let her out.”
My heart sank. “You… what?”
“I thought if she left, maybe Andy would forget about her,” she said, her voice cracking. “She wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t think she fit.”
I was stunned. “You didn’t think he’d go after her?”
“I didn’t think he’d do something so brave. I just wanted things back to normal.”
I looked over at Andy, now asleep on the couch with Daisy curled beside him. Their bond had only grown stronger through it all.
“I don’t know how we move past this,” I said quietly. “But Daisy stays. She’s part of the family now. And I think it’s time we all accept that.”
Kelly nodded, wiping her eyes, understanding the gravity of what had happened.
As I watched Andy stroke Daisy’s fur, I realized something: family isn’t about perfection. It’s about connection. And sometimes, it’s the unexpected bonds—the scruffy dogs, the moments of fear and forgiveness—that make a family whole.