I Walked Into the Euthanasia Room to Comfort the Shelter’s Most “Dangerous” Dog—But When I Brushed Back His Fur, My Blood Ran Cold

by five o’clock, I’ll stay right here with him myself when it happens. I won’t ask you to wait any longer than that. Just give me until five.”

Mike hesitated, glancing down at the dog, then at the tray of syringes still in his own hand, then back at me. Finally, he nodded. “Five o’clock. Not a minute later.”

My Brother Mark

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