**The Prisoner’s Last Wish: A Heartbreaking Canine Reunion That Ended in Mystery**
Before the final sentence was passed, sealing his fate, his only request was to see his German Shepherd one last time. The prisoner faced his end with quiet resignation.
Twelve yearsday after daywaking in the cold cell B-17. Accused of taking a mans life, he swore his innocence, but no one believed him. At first, he foughtappeals, lawyers, every legal routebut in time, he stopped struggling and simply waited for the verdict.
The only thing that troubled him all those years was his dog. He had no other family. That German Shepherd wasnt just a petshe was his companion, his friend, the only soul he trusted. Hed found her as a trembling pup in a back alley, and from then on, they were inseparable.
When the prison warden handed him the form for his final wish, he didnt ask for a special meal, cigars, or a priest, like others did. He only whispered:
*”I want to see my girl. One last time.”*
At first, the staff were wary. Was it some escape plan? But on the appointed day, before the sentence was carried out, they brought him to the yard. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, he was reunited with his dog.
The moment she saw him, she wrenched free of her lead and bolted toward him. Time seemed to stop.
What happened next left everyone stunned. The prison officers didnt know how to react.
The dog, tearing away from the handler, hurled herself at her owner with a force that seemed to erase twelve years of separation in an instant. She crashed into his chest, knocking him down, and for the first time in years, the prisoner didnt feel the cold steel of the bars or the weight of his chainsonly the warmth of that embrace.
He held her tight, burying his face in her fur. Tears, held back for so long, spilled without control. He wept openly, like a child, while the dog whined softly, as if she knew time was running out.
*”Youre my girl my loyal girl”* he murmured, clutching her tighter. *”What will become of you without me?”*
His hands trembled as he stroked her, again and again, as if memorising every detail. She gazed at him with eyes full of devotion.
*”Forgive me for leaving you alone,”* his voice cracked. *”I couldnt prove the truth but at least, to you, I always mattered.”*
The guards stood motionless; some looked away. Even the sternest among them were moved. They werent looking at a criminaljust a man clinging to the last fragment of his world.
He lifted his eyes to the warden and begged, voice breaking:
*”Take care of her”*
He pleaded, promising no resistance, swearing hed accept his fateif only theyd give her a home.
In that moment, the silence became unbearable. The dog barked againsharp, defiantas if rebelling against the inevitable.
And the prisoner simply held her once more, pressing her to his chest the way one does when saying goodbye forever.
