The dog stared up at her one last time, his tail wagging faintly, before turning and disappearing back into the fog. Mrs. Henderson watched as the dog melted into the mist, feeling a deep sense of gratitude.
The next morning, Mrs. Henderson couldn’t stop thinking about the stray dog. She looked out her window and saw the same foggy street, but the dog was nowhere to be found. It was as though the fog had swallowed him up entirely, leaving no trace behind.
She never saw the dog again, but that night, as she lay in bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the dog had been sent to guide her, to help her when she needed it most. And though the fog had returned, so had her sense of security—thanks to the stray dog who had shown more care than she could have ever expected.