And when I crouched down, he limped right into my lap like we’d been waiting for each other our whole lives.

That was two weeks ago. I named him Mello, though his energy is anything but. He follows me everywhere—room to room, corner to corner—and insists on curling up on me no matter what I’m doing. Cooking? Lap. Working? Lap. Brushing my teeth? Lap. He can barely stand some days, but his need to be close is stronger than the pain.

The vet visit was rough. Mange. Lung infection. Two cracked ribs. And something odd on the X-ray. They gave me meds and warnings about costs. I didn’t blink. I couldn’t leave him behind.