Without a word, Maggie and Ethan worked together to free it, wrapping the little creature in her scarf. Blue stayed close the whole time, licking its fur gently, whining softly.
The fox recovered quickly, and when she gave birth to four small kits, Blue was there. Always nearby. Always watching over them.
It was like watching a guardian find his purpose again.
The family started calling him CJ, short for Christopher Jr. — as if honoring the name carved on his collar somehow honored the man who had once loved him too.
Every weekend, Maggie, Ethan, and CJ returned to that clearing. The fox and her babies would greet them, safe and free, while the sunlight danced through the leaves.
Ethan once said softly, “Mom, maybe CJ’s been waiting for someone to care again… like Grandpa Christopher used to.”
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