1. The fierce Fluffy:
“When I was around 8, my dog followed my dad to wait with me for my school bus. While they were waiting, my dad saw Fluffy get hit by a truck, so he took him and buried him. We then went out of town for the weekend. But on Sunday evening when we got home, Fluffy was standing on our porch! Dad couldn’t believe it and told us, ‘I buried him on Friday!’ Turns out, Fluffy had just been knocked out cold, so he rose from the dead and waited on us to come home.“
—Tamara Baker, Facebook
2. The poetic return:
“My parents were newlyweds in New Jersey and then moved to Illinois after I was born. They lived there my entire childhood and then divorced the year I graduated. My dad moved to Las Vegas, my mom to Texas. When I turned 30, I took a job in South Florida — the first and only member of my family to ever travel there.
While at a local Goodwill in search of home furnishings, I found an old book of poetry on a kitchenwares shelf, and I liked the look of the cover, so I bought it for a quarter and took it home with the rest of my stuff. Later that night, I opened the front cover and was shocked to see an inscription in my dad’s unmistakable handwriting. It was his gift to my mom on their third wedding anniversary. My mom had sold it at a yard sale 10 or so years earlier. Both of them have since confirmed this.”
—Valerie Perreault, Facebook
