Without hesitation, the dog gently nudged her again, this time guiding her toward her cane. Mrs. Henderson, still shaken, managed to grab hold of it, leaning on the dog for support as she slowly rose to her feet. The dog didn’t run off, nor did it bark in a hurried manner. It simply stood there, waiting for her to steady herself.
The dog seemed to understand that she needed help. It began walking ahead, glancing back to make sure she was following. Mrs. Henderson, though unsure at first, decided to follow. With each step, the dog led her through the thickening fog, its movements steady and purposeful. The fog parted ever so slightly, as if the dog was clearing the way, showing her a safe path back home.
Minutes passed, and although Mrs. Henderson felt exhausted, the dog kept its pace. They walked in silence, the dog’s presence providing a sense of comfort and safety. They made their way down the narrow streets, past houses that appeared ghostly in the mist. Finally, they reached the front steps of Mrs. Henderson’s home. She stopped, looking down at the dog, who had stopped at the edge of the porch.