If I moved rooms, he moved rooms.
If Edduin crawled, he followed right behind, like a furry security guard.
If the baby got too close to something sketchy, like the stairs or a precarious table, Casper barked until I checked.
At night, he slept beside the crib.
Some nights, I’d wake to see him standing there, front paws on the rail, just watching the baby breathe.
The screaming night wakings stopped.
He still cried sometimes, sure, but not with that panicked, haunted sound.
Half the time he’d stir, see Casper, babble something that sounded suspiciously like “Cap,” and flop back down.
The pediatrician didn’t believe me when I told her his sleep improved after a dog moved in.
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