The doctors allowed the dog to enter the room to say goodbye to his owner – a few hours later, the nurse walked in and screamed in horror

The hospital room was quiet and dim, lit only by the soft glow of monitors and the fading rhythm of a heart—steady, then slowing, then slipping away. In the bed lay an 82-year-old man, his breathing thin, his skin delicate as paper. The cancer had spread too far. Treatment was over. The doctors said he had hours, maybe a day.

But what weighed on him wasn’t death. It was the thought of leaving behind the one soul who had never left him.

Every morning, while the nurse adjusted his IV or straightened the sheets, he would glance toward the window and murmur, “Ritchie… where are you, boy?”Continue reading…