My Son Shared Half His Lunch with a Stray Dog Every Day – Until a Red SUV Stopped Beside Him

I stepped off the sidewalk quickly and crossed the street, my boots crunching gravel as I hurried toward them.

I didn’t care who he was. No one stared at my son like that without an explanation.

The man noticed me coming. He took a cautious step back and looked at Eli, then at the dog.

Then, in a voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it, he said, “Shadow?”

Buddy, or Shadow, I guess, stopped eating mid-bite.

His tail froze. Then, like something inside him had just snapped awake, he bolted toward the man, barking and whining like a dog that had just seen a ghost.

The man dropped to his knees.

“Oh God,” he choked out. His hands trembled as he grabbed the dog’s face gently, brushing back the matted fur.

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

Eli turned to look at me, his face scrunched in confusion.

“Mom,” he said quietly, “he knows Buddy.”

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