I SLEPT UNDER A BRIDGE — BUT MY DOG KEPT ME WARM,
Life on the StreetsRock bottom wasn’t losing my home or job—it was realizing no one had said my name in two weeks. No one but Bixby, my dog. He couldn’t speak, but every morning his eyes told me, You’re still my person. Unbreakable BondWe faced shelters turning us away for having a dog, freezing nights…