didn’t dislike her, exactly — he just seemed indifferent. He’d pass her by without a glance, never filled her bowl, never reached out to pet her. It hurt a little, but I brushed it off. Not everyone connected with animals the same way, I told myself.
Then, after I became pregnant, everything shifted.
Loki began following me everywhere — from room to room, even waiting outside the bathroom door. She’d rest her head gently against my belly, as though listening for something. When the baby kicked, she’d wag her tail, sometimes letting
