I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

He had a classic, kind dog face with soulful brown eyes, a shiny coat, and a slightly judgmental head tilt, like he was silently critiquing my pink plaid pajamas.

“Hey, buddy,” I said softly, setting my mug down on the patio table.

His tail started wagging like I’d just passed some secret test.

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