The report described an “aggressive dog” on a cold, isolated road. When the officer arrived and laid eyes on him…

Kade prepared for snarls and bared teeth. What he found instead was heartbreak. Huddled against a snowbank was a dog so emaciated that his bones seemed to hold him together more than his skin. A heavy spiked collar hung loosely around his neck, and frostbite and infection had left his face a raw, painful map.

The dog couldn’t rise. He shook uncontrollably, eyes wide with a fear that spoke of a lifetime without compassion.

Procedure dictated calling animal control. But something deeper, something human, told Kade to pause. This wasn’t danger. This was suffering, a life left behind.

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