the shelter didn’t tell me she cried at night

They said she was quiet. They didn’t say she cried at night. Not barking. Crying. It was so soft, I didn’t realize what I was hearing at first — a kind of whimper that didn’t even sound like a dog. More like something breaking very slowly. I brought Grace home on a Thursday. She’s a 5-year-old Golden Retriever. Her owner had passed away and she was surrendered to the shelter. She didn’t eat. Didn’t drink. Didn’t look at me. She just curled up under my table and didn’t move. At 2:13 AM, I woke up to that sound. I thought it was the pipes. Then I realized it was her. I lay down on the cold floor next to her, didn’t try to pet her. Just whispered, “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now. You’re home.” She didn’t respond. But she didn’t move away either. We just lay there for maybe an hour. I was trying to prove I wouldn’t leave. She was trying to decide if she could believe that. #Pets #Dogs