Man Thought He Found A Puppy In The Forest – When Vet Sees Them She Calls The Police
Anger burned in his chest. Who would abandon something so defenseless, so far from safety?
Then—movement. A shape half-buried under damp leaves. A backpack.
Daniel’s pulse jumped. Maybe it held answers.
He knelt beside it, the fabric worn, zipper half-open. Inside—a small flashlight, a folded map. His fingers probed deeper and came away sticky.
A dark stain on the strap.
Crimson.
His gut twisted. He didn’t want to guess what had caused it. The clearing felt colder now, the trees too still. Whoever had carried this bag was gone—but not far enough, maybe.
The pup let out another wheezing breath, yanking him back to the present. There was no time.
Daniel wrapped the tiny body in his flannel jacket, cradling it against his chest. The warmth of the pup’s fever seeped through the fabric.
He turned toward the trail and began moving fast, boots cracking twigs underfoot. He forced his mind away from the stain, away from the questions clawing at him.
The puppy’s breathing was shallow, each rise and fall almost imperceptible. Sweat cooled on his neck as the trees finally thinned, giving way to the gravel parking lot—and his waiting car.
