I’ve been delivering packages in the same neighborhood for over a year—same houses, same routine. But then came Blue. Unlike other dogs, he didn’t bark or growl.
He just sat at the edge of a driveway and watched me quietly. Every day, without fail, he’d appear, walk up to me, and sit by my feet with soulful eyes. At first, I thought he was new to the neighborhood.
But something about him felt familiar. One rainy day, I jokingly asked, “What’s your name?” Blue tilted his head and made a soft sound. That’s when I saw it—his tag. It didn’t say a name. Just one word:
