Pets -

Barnaby felt the urge to spin. His tail began a frantic thwack-thwack against the plastic floor. But he remembered Luna. He sat. He tilted his head. He tried to look "soulful," even though his ear kept twitching.

The woman stopped. She read his card: Barnaby. 5 years old. Loves snacks and long naps. Barnaby felt the urge to spin

She reached out a hand. Barnaby didn't bark. He didn't jump. He simply leaned his weight against the chain-link fence, letting the warmth of her fingers press against his forehead. He sat

The next day, a woman with tired eyes and a stained sweatshirt walked in. She didn't head for the puppies or the designer breeds. She walked slowly, her hands tucked into her pockets. The woman stopped

Across the aisle sat Luna, a sleek black cat who acted like she owned the joint. She spent her days lounging on a carpeted perch, watching the humans pass by with a look of bored judgement.