06/14/2026
My dog found a fawn lost in the thick fog. She lay right down between it and the cold wind.
It finally stopped shivering, pressed against her side. I found them curled up together in the barn doorway.
The fawn was steadier, but still followed her everywhere. It became her shadow, even at the feed trough.
Years later, my old collie couldn't get around like he used to. The deer slept against him every single night. A lost lamb appeared by the gate, and the deer nudged it right toward my old dog.
(AI-generated story for entertainment purposes only.)