After losing his wife and son, 91-year-old Burt had given up on miracles. But everything changed when a puppy abandoned in a cardboard box crossed his path. Two years later, when that same dog disappeared, Burt’s journey to find him uncovered a miracle far greater than he could have imagined.
The autumn wind rustled through the leaves as Burt shuffled along the familiar path to the church, his weathered cane tapping against the sidewalk. At 91, every step was deliberate, and every breath a reminder of the long life he’d lived… mostly alone.
The morning fog hung low, wrapping the street in a pearl-gray blanket when a sound caught his attention. A squeaky whimper, barely audible, drifted from a rain-soaked cardboard box by the roadside.
Burt’s arthritic knees protested as he bent down to investigate. Inside, a tiny black and white puppy shivered, its eyes large and pleading. A crumpled note was taped to the box: “Take care of him!”
The old man’s heart, hardened by decades of solitude after losing his wife Martha and their son James in that terrible car crash, softened at the sight of the helpless creature.
