That is, until eight months later, when George awoke to the whispers of spring – the gentle sound of melting ice outside his window and the warm sun shining over the farm. As George ventured outside to breathe in the fresh spring breeze, he froze in his tracks at what he saw ahead.
Could it be? From afar, George spotted a familiar figure ambling up the pasture hill toward the farm. The gait, the sound, the gentle wagging of the tail…it all looked just like Luna’s. George’s mind reeled in disbelief. Could it be that Luna had returned? After all this time?