Six months after my divorce, we adopted Tank from the shelter. They had labeled him “unadoptable”—he was too large, too strong, and had an “intimidating presence.” But I noticed how he flinched when someone raised their voice and how gently he sat when my daughter, Leila, peeked at him through the kennel.
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