His fur once bright in life’s vibrance now seemed dimmed, like even color had abandoned him. His ears were low. His paws moved cautiously, every step heavy—as though grief had weight, and it lived in his bones.
This was Ranger—Nathan’s partner, his closest companion on missions, and his shadow in daily life.
The dog did not rush. He did not wag his tail. He walked with deliberate, mournful intent, eyes fixed on the coffin as if nothing else in the world existed anymore. The crowd silently parted to make way for him. Not a single person attempted to stop him. Something sacred held everyone in place.
Ranger reached the casket and paused.
For a moment, he only stared.
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