Love by Lottery
"Doggies, I… Let’s draw lots, okay? If you draw the long stick, I’ll give you this drumstick."
Shaking, he held out the lottery box, but the stray dogs couldn’t understand his words.
Asher died that night.
At last, I met Grandma. She was just as kind as when she was alive, smiling as she stood at the crossroads, waiting for Snowy and me.
"My good boy," she said gently. "I brought you cookies. I got a job in the heaven. From now on, my good boy will have an endless supply of cookies."
I happily accepted the chocolate chip-smattered cookies.