The Dog Showed Up On My Porch—And I Swear He Knew Me

While drinking coffee, ignoring a pile of bills, I noticed a scruffy shepherd mix on my porch, quietly watching me. His familiar eyes and behavior reminded me of Rocket, my dog lost in a divorce three years ago. My ex, Lauren, claimed he ran away, but now he wore a collar with her name and address. I invited him in, and he settled in Rocket’s old spot. Doubting but hopeful, I called Lauren. She admitted to giving Rocket away out of spite, never

updating his microchip, which still listed me as the owner. The vet confirmed signs of neglect, yet Rocket found his way back. I confronted Lauren, who apologized, admitting her selfishness. Rocket and I rekindled our bond, going on walks and rediscovering joy. Months later, Lauren visited to apologize again, but Rocket chose me. Life took Rocket once, but he returned, proving love finds a way home. If you’ve lost someone dear, hold on—sometimes, second chances appear unexpectedly.