I wasn’t meant to be on that train, but after a tearful night outside my ex’s apartment, I reached a breaking point. On impulse, I bought a ticket out of town with no real destination, just needing to breathe. That’s when I noticed a calm golden retriever who locked eyes with me and seemed to understand everything. When he rested his head on my leg, his owner said, “He doesn’t usually do that,” but Buddy stayed like he knew I was falling apart.
The dog’s silent kindness gave me the courage to open up, and I found myself telling him all about my heartbreak and shame. Then the man—Sam—invited me to a cabin by Lake Crescent for the weekend, saying, “No pressure. Buddy thinks you’re okay.” Maybe it was exhaustion or the dog’s gentle presence, but I agreed. The cabin, peaceful and surrounded by evergreens, became a place for quiet walks and fireside talks where I shared my story.
