Two days later, a heavy storm hit. Mrs. Henderson slipped outside, fell, and hit her head. Buddy heard the thud and barked nonstop until Mason went to check. He found her unconscious and immediately called for help—ultimately saving her life.
After recovering, Mrs. Henderson returned with tears in her eyes and a carved wooden plaque that read: “Buddy’s House — Where Kindness Lives.” She even told our landlord the full story, and he called to say we could keep Buddy—inside the house. Now Buddy sleeps at Mason’s feet every night. Mrs. Henderson visits often. And somehow, without anger or revenge, karma arrived exactly how it was meant to: with a wagging tail and a second chance.
