She arrived on New Year’s Eve. The labrador, now gray-muzzled and slower, was sitting on the cold concrete of the bus stop—exactly where Alexei had caught the bus to the hospital every Tuesday for six months.
“I was too broke to keep him,” Irina wrote. “I thought he’d hate me.” labrador 2011 m.ok.ru
Alexei typed back slowly: “Labs don’t hate. They just love whoever is in front of them.” She arrived on New Year’s Eve