That Christmas Eve: My First Raw Union with the Majestic Malinois
Along the frosted path, Christmas lights flickering like distant stars, I waited. Legs shaky. Heart hammering in my chest. Weeks of darkness since Diane vanished. No scent, no warmth. Just empty days on the couch, tail limp. Then her. That queenly stride, hips swaying like a promise. First glimpse knocked the breath from me. Now,…