Abandoned Puppy Turns Into the Angel a Sad Older Man Prayed For

“Sir! Hold on!”

The dismissive laughter at the police station cut deep, but young Officer Charlie’s kind eyes held understanding. Though he couldn’t officially help, he promised to keep an eye out during his patrols and took George’s phone number.

“My grandmother,” he said quietly, “she lived alone with her dog. I understand what this dog means to you, sir. I really do.”

Two weeks after Max’s disappearance, George’s hope faded. His joints ached more than usual, perhaps from all the walking he’d done searching for Max or maybe from the weight of grief settling back into his bones.

He sat in his armchair, looking at the empty dog bed in the corner, when his rotary phone rang.

It was Officer Charlie, speaking quickly, excitement in his voice. “Mr. Thompson? I’m off duty, but I was hiking in the woods near Old Miller’s property, and I heard barking coming from somewhere below the ground. There’s an abandoned well out there… it’s been partially covered with boards, but there’s a gap. I think… I think you should come out here.”

George’s hands shook so badly he could barely grip his cane. He hurried to his neighbor Tom’s house to ask if Tom could drive him to the woods. Tom agreed, and the two left in his car. When they arrived at the woods, they found Charlie waiting with ropes and flashlights. The young officer had already called the fire department but couldn’t wait for them to arrive.

“He’s down there, Mr. Thompson. I saw the white star-like patch on his chest when I shined my light down.”