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

For weeks afterward, the nurse thought about Ritchie. About how love, once given wholeheartedly, doesn’t die with breath. It lingers. It follows.

In the end, the old man didn’t die alone. And his loyal dog didn’t have to live alone. They left this world the same way they’d walked through it for fifteen years—side by side, steady and devoted.

And although the bed was cleared and the room filled again with footsteps and machinery, those who worked there swore it felt different—softer, warmer, touched by the quiet echo of two hearts that refused to part.