He’d saved three officers’ lives and taken a knife to the ribs, but the only date on his calendar was for euthanasia.
I’m a vet tech at the County shelter. We see the worst of humanity, but this was a new low.
His name was Ares. A nine-year-old German Shepherd. The “Donated By” line on his intake form read, “City Police, K9 Unit.”
He wasn’t a stray. He wasn’t a cruelty case. He was “surplus equipment.”
