I’ve known Rowdy since I was ten, and in many ways he’s been the closest thing to family I’ve ever had. When my parents split, I didn’t know where to turn—so I buried my face in his soft mane and let him bear my tears. Every time I moved homes, every heartbreak I tried to hide, every birthday I pretended not to care about, Rowdy was there, steady and patient. But love doesn’t pay the bills, and after my mom lost her second job and my financial aid fell through, we simply couldn’t afford his upkeep. A man from Tulsa…
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