Toby's Choice

This dog showed up at my café every single morning for a week. Just sitting outside,

staring through the window like he was waiting for someone who never came.

I started leaving him food, named him Toby. Customers loved him.

He became part of the place. Then one day he just didn't show up.

I thought maybe someone finally took him home. Three days later the door opens and

he limps in wearing a brand new collar. I checked the tag and it said if found return me to Rosa's

Café. Someone out there knew he'd already chosen where he belonged.

He's been sleeping by the counter ever since.