Maggie sits at the window nervously stroking Duke. Beaver. That’s what they told her the dog’s name is when they called to say he was accidentally given to her. What a stupid name. Who would name this beautiful and gentle creature Beaver? The same idiot that apparently lost her and then waited a month before checking with the pound. The same person that probably abused him, given how skittish the animal had been at first. But Maggie had persevered and over just a few short days Duke had settled in. Now he is her shadow, and a comfort she hasn’t known since her husband had passed.