Every morning at 7:15, city bus driver Laura Bennett saw the same sight. A golden-brown dog sat patiently at the corner stop, rain or shine, watching the road as though expecting someone. At first, Laura assumed he was just another stray. But day after day, he was there—sitting upright, still and quiet, eyes fixed on the street ahead. He never barked or begged for food. He only waited. When Laura’s bus pulled up, his ears lifted, alert, like he was looking for a familiar face. Then, when the last passenger boarded, he’d lower his head and slowly walk away down a narrow alley. Soon, the passengers began to notice too. Some smiled. Others whispered. But no one ever asked why the dog waited there.
Weeks passed, and the pattern never changed. The same bus stop. The same patient dog. Every morning, Laura’s curiosity grew heavier. There was something heartbreakingly human in the way he waited—quiet, loyal, and filled with hope. She often found herself thinking about him long after her shift. One morning, unable to resist, she leaned toward the open bus window and whispered, “Who are you waiting for, buddy?” The dog lifted his head, eyes calm and knowing, as if he understood. That was the moment Laura decided she needed to know the truth.
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