I asked why he wouldn’t let his dog go… his answer still haunts me 🐾
It was just my usual jog along the park trail. Headphones on, mind elsewhere.
Then I saw him — an old man with a long white beard, pulling a small cart behind him.
Lying inside it was an old dog, gray around the muzzle, body stiff, almost motionless. Beside them trotted a younger dog.
At first, I smiled, moved by the sight. Then I slowed down.
The old dog didn’t even lift his head. He was lying on a cushion, as if he hadn’t moved in days. And without thinking too much, I blurted out:
— “Why don’t you let him go? I mean… isn’t he suffering?”
