“Mister, If I Sell Him, Will My Dad Be Okay?” — A Little Girl Stood in the Rain Trying to Sell a Retired Service Dog , The Reason Left an Officer Speechless

“He got hurt during a call last year,” she said. “His lungs… they don’t work right anymore. He can’t work. He tries, but he can’t.”

Rain dripped from the edge of the awning, splashing near Atlas’s paws. The dog shifted slightly, blocking the water from reaching Rosie’s shoes.

Julian glanced at the sign again. “How much are you asking for him?”

Rosie hesitated. “I don’t really know what he’s worth.”

Julian almost smiled, then caught himself.

“People online say dogs like him are worth a lot,” she added quickly, as if afraid he’d think she was lying. “But I don’t need a lot. Just enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“For Dad’s breathing machine. The electricity got shut off yesterday.”

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