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

I had only ever seen something broken, something that had learned, somewhere, that the world was not a safe place to lower your guard in.

“Will he be alone?” I asked.

She nodded again, unable to quite meet my eyes. “Catch pole. Sedation. Then the injection.”

That hit me harder than I expected it to. “I’m going in,” I said.

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