Epilogue: The Badge of a Good Dog
If you visit our home now, you’ll see sunlight catch a small silver tag as Beau crosses the room—Zoey’s Guardian.
It’s not a name we gave him.
It’s the role he chose the day we brought her home.
And when people ask why our golden retriever sleeps in front of a crib instead of a fireplace, we tell them this story.
Not to frighten.
But to remind—
Love isn’t always quiet.
Sometimes, it barks.
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