Everyone told me not to get involved, but the dogs eyes begged for help. When I tried to intervene, the most unexpected thing happened.
The day was so sweltering the air seemed to wobble with heat. I was walking down the street when an almost empty supermarket car park caught my eyespecifically, a silver car parked there.
As I approached, I spotted a dog on the back seat, panting weakly, its fur soaked in sweat.
The windows were shut tight, and there was no one aroundjust the poor thing slumped on the seat, slowly fading.
The dog didnt bark or growl; it just suffered in silence. On the windscreen was a note: *”Back soon. Call if needed.”* Below it, a phone number.
I called. A man answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Excuse me, your dogs in the car and its passing out.”
“Waitdont interfere, this isnt your business,” he snapped, then hung up.
I was ready to walk away, but then I looked at the dog again. Its pleading eyes locked onto mine, and I knew it wouldnt last much longer.
I had no choiceI grabbed a rock and smashed the window, pulling the dog out.
I doused it with water, and it gave a feeble tail wag.
“Dont worry, love,” I murmured. “Youre safe now.”
People started gatheringsomeone brought a towel, another fetched more water. And then, of course, the owner showed up. What he said left everyone stunned.
Instead of checking on his dog, he zeroed in on the shattered glass.
“Who smashed my window? Do you even know how much that cost?”
I stood up straight. “I did. Your dog was dying.”
Instead of thanking me, he demanded I pay for the damage.
“I dont understand, sir. I saved your dog, and this is how you react?”
“I told you not to help!”
“You care more about your window than your pet?”
He huffed. “That window wasnt cheap,” he muttered before storming offleaving the dog behind.
So I took the dog home with me. From that day on, we were inseparable, and I made sure it never had to suffer like that again.
