My name is Walter and I spent forty years of my life working quietly as a gardener until my beloved wife passed away. Three years after her death I began flipping foreclosed properties to keep my hands occupied and manage my profound loneliness. I purchased an abandoned property on the edge of town and carefully documented the distressing condition of the house before examining the wildly overgrown backyard. I immediately noticed an old white refrigerator lying on its back in the tall weeds and knew I needed to remove the heavy door for safety.Marriage While clearing the brush I heard a weak scratch and a thin whine coming from inside the discarded appliance. I rushed over and discovered the door was secured shut with a heavy padlock that was burning hot in the morning sun. I grabbed my heavy steel digging bar and used all my strength to pry the metal hasp completely off the refrigerator. I pulled the door open and was hit by the foul smell of heat and waste before discovering a severely starved Golden Retriever trapped inside. The dog weakly lifted his head and wagged his tail against the metal floor in a desperate plea for help.