It was raining hard.
Not the kind of drizzle you walk through — the kind that soaks your shoes, your bones, your heart.
And that’s when he saw it.
A trembling dog, tied to a tree with a frayed leash.
Soaked. Shaking. Silent.
At first, he thought the owner must be nearby.
But minutes passed. Then more. No one came.
He approached slowly — the dog didn’t bark or growl.
Just stared with eyes that had clearly stopped expecting kindness.
That’s when he saw the note tied around its collar.
It was written in rushed, messy handwriting, blurred slightly by the rain.
“Please don’t hate me.
His name is Shadow.
He’s a good boy.
I lost my home. I can’t feed him.
I hope someone gives him the life I couldn’t.
— I’m sorry.”
He read it twice. Then again.
And something in his chest cracked open.
He untied the leash.
He brought the dog — Shadow — into his car, wrapped in his hoodie.
Later, at the vet: healthy. A little underweight. A little scared. But safe.
And now? Shadow has a new home.
A dry bed. Full bowl. And someone who whispers,
“You’re a good boy,” every single day.
👇 Would you have done the same?
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