Mildred sat alone in the woods.
Quiet. Patient. Waiting.
It was the same spot as yesterday.
And days before that.
In fact, Mildred had been coming here for six years now.
She was always here when the sun was high, and stayed until it started low.
Then she headed home for an evening with the family.
But he was never there.
He, who had always loved her.
Rescued her from the fire.
Told her to stay there while he went for help.
Six years ago.
As the sun started down, a charcoal Australian Shepherd headed homeward.
Her name ... was Mildred.
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