I’d been delivering packages in the same neighborhood for over a year—same streets, same houses, same daily rhythm. Then came Blue. Unlike most dogs on my route, he didn’t bark or chase the truck. He simply sat at the edge of a driveway and watched me. Quiet. Still.
Every day, without fail, he’d appear, walk up to me, and settle by my feet, those deep, soulful eyes never leaving mine. At first, I figured he was new to the area. But something about him felt oddly familiar—like a memory just out of reach.
