2 septembre 2026

Three months after Jasper came home with me, the shelter called again.

I looked over at Jasper.

He was asleep beside the couch, paws twitching faintly in a dream.

“What kind of item?” I asked.

“A cassette tape,” she said. “And… an old tape player.”

I almost laughed.

“A cassette tape?”

“She labeled it with his name.”

That stopped me.

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