“Daddy, can I get that dog?” she asked in a voice that was barely a whisper. “Can I buy that dog, Daddy?” The little girl’s question cut through the dull sound of traffic going by on the road. It was a warm Sunday morning, and the air was mild.
Officer Daniel Brooks was finishing up his night shift and driving his daughter Lily home when her small hand suddenly shot out and pointed. She was pointing to a man who was sitting on the curb near a gas station. The man looked like he was completely out of energy. He was older, had a rough stubble on his face, and his clothes were torn and dirty.
There was a skinny German shepherd sitting right next to him. Its fur was matted and patchy, and even though its eyes looked worn out, they were still alert. A piece of cardboard was propped up in front of the two people, and someone had written “Dog for sale” on it with a shaky black marker. Five dollars.
Daniel took his foot off the gas, and the car slowed to a crawl. There was something about the whole picture that made his chest feel heavy. The man looked like he had given up, not like he was selling anything. The dog wasn’t putting on a show; it wasn’t barking, whining, or even wagging its tail in a hopeful way. It just sat there, watching the cars go by with patience, as if it were waiting for someone it knew.
Lily kept pulling on his sleeve. “Please, Dad? Can’t we get him?” Look at his eyes. ” Daniel sighed and looked at her. “Darling, that’s not how the world works. We can’t just…
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A cold shiver ran down his spine all of a sudden. He pulled the car over to the curb right away. He had only been given a scary missing person case two months ago. It looked like a home invasion, and a mother and her young son had disappeared. The case had come to a complete stop. There were no suspects and no leads to follow.
The only physical proof left behind was a small stain on the kitchen floor and a muddy paw print that looked like it came from a German shepherd. And the name on the official report was the same as the family’s missing dog. Rex.
Daniel got out of the car, his heart racing in his chest. “Sir,” he said as he walked up to the man, “where did you get this dog?” The old man raised his head, his eyes tired. He said, “I found him by the river about three weeks ago, limping.” He thought that someone had just left him there.
“I’ve been trying to take care of him, but I can’t feed him anymore. Honestly, I haven’t eaten in two days. The man let out a sigh. “I just want him to go to a good home.” At that moment, Lily crept closer and knelt down next to Rex. Her small hands shook a little as she reached out to pet his fur.
The dog didn’t move or pull away when she touched it. Instead, he leaned into her, pressing his head against her shoulder and closing his eyes, as if he had finally found a safe place to be. “Daddy, he’s hungry,” Lily said in a low voice. “But he’s so nice.”
Daniel also crouched down and brushed the dirt off the dog’s collar with his fingers. He discovered the tag. The engraving was still clear, even though it was bent almost in half. And there it was, an address. The address was the same as the one in the case file for the missing family. His heart rate sped up.
“Sir, I need to ask you,” Daniel said, his voice tense. “Did this dog have anything with him when you found him? A leash? A bag? Anything at all? The man pointed with his head to a small, dirty bag that was lying nearby. Daniel opened it and found a small child’s bracelet inside. There was only one name on it: Ben. His chest was tight.
Ben. The boy who was missing was named Ben. Daniel looked at Rex and then at the old man. The dog made a low, soft whine and nudged the bracelet with his nose, then pawed at it. The realization struck Daniel like a physical blow. The dog hadnot abandoned him. He had been trying to get help and show someone where Ben was.
Daniel’s voice shook. “Sir, I need to borrow your dog for a while.” I’ll give you more than five dollars. I just… I believe I need to follow him. The old man gave a weak, worn smile. He said, “You don’t owe me anything, officer.” “He has been waiting for you.”
Less than an hour later, Daniel and Rex found themselves at the edge of the woods, the location of the missing family’s car. The dog barked once, loudly, and then ran straight into the trees. Daniel followed closely behind, holding his radio in one hand and feeling a rush of adrenaline.
They fought their way through thick brush and over muddy ground for twenty minutes. Rex stopped all of a sudden. He ran to the bottom of a big tree that had fallen and started digging like crazy in the ground below it. Daniel knelt down next to him and pulled away big clumps of leaves and branches. And there, hidden away, was a small, rough shelter. Ben was inside, curled up and weak but definitely alive. He was cold, shaking, and holding a picture of his mother and Rex that was old and worn.
When the whole rescue team finally got there, they carefully carried Ben out of the woods while he whispered the dog’s name over and over again. Rex, on the other hand, wouldn’t leave the boy’s side for even a second. Long after filing the official reports, Daniel returned to the gas station later that night.
The old man was gone. The cardboard sign was the only thing left, and it was now gently blowing in the evening breeze. Lily leaned forward in her car seat and smiled softly. “See, Daddy?” she said in a low voice. “He wasn’t just for sale. He was waiting for us.
Daniel nodded, and his own eyes were wet. “Yes, darling. You’re right. He went on to say, “And occasionally, the best things in life don’t cost anything at all.” Rex barked once from the back seat, and his tail hit the seat as if he understood what was being said. Some dogs are not just searching for a home. They are looking for the right person to help them finish their story.
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