In the weeks that followed, Daisy became part of our little family. Liam adored her—brushing her fur, feeding her, and even reading her bedtime stories. Daisy, in turn, brought laughter back into our home. For the first time since Jason’s death, our house felt alive again.
Then, a month later, a plain envelope arrived in the mail. Inside was a letter written in shaky handwriting. It was from the man who had given us Daisy.
“Dear Daisy, I hope you’re warm and happy. I miss you so much, but I know I made the right choice. You deserve a home, food, and people who love you. Thank you for being my friend when I had no one. I’ll never forget you. Love, Your old pal.”
Tears blurred my vision as I read the letter. Liam, noticing my expression, asked what was wrong. After reading the letter himself, he looked up at me with determination. “Mom, we have to find him. He shouldn’t be alone.”
The next day, we packed a bag with warm clothes, food, and supplies. With Daisy by our side, we set out to find the man, asking around until we finally located him outside a soup kitchen. Daisy ran straight to him, her tail wagging wildly. The man, whose name was Edward, knelt down and hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face.
From that day on, we visited Edward regularly, bringing Daisy with us and helping him however we could. Slowly, Edward began to rebuild his life. Months later, he sent us another letter, this time with an address. He had found a job and a small place to live. “Thank you for believing in me,” he wrote. “You changed my life.”
Edward became a part of our family, joining us for dinners and holidays. Daisy had brought us all together, teaching us the incredible power of kindness and connection. That day in the parking lot, I almost said no. But saying yes changed all of our lives in ways I never could have imagined. It reminded me—and taught Liam—that even the smallest act of love can create ripples that transform lives forever.