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

I nodded, walking slowly now. I didn’t know what to make of it either.

The man stood, wiped his eyes, and turned to us.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “My name is Richard Hollis. I think this dog is mine.”

I didn’t say anything right away, and neither did Eli.

Buddy had pressed himself against the man’s leg, tail thumping, but his eyes still flicked toward Eli every few seconds, like he couldn’t decide which one to stay close to.

Richard ran a hand over his face.

“My son… his name was Michael. He passed away in a car accident two years ago.

Shadow was his dog. After the funeral, Shadow ran away. I searched everywhere.

Posted signs, called shelters, checked microchips — nothing. It was like he disappeared.”

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