At exactly 6:30 that evening, the shelter lights dimmed for the night.
Not completely. Just enough for the bright fluorescent buzz above the kennels to soften into a dull yellow glow that made the whole room feel quieter… sadder somehow.
That was the moment the old dog stopped watching the door.
I know how strange that sounds.
But I was there.
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