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

A frail voice answered after two rings, breathless and hopeful. “Hello?”

“Hi,” I said gently. “I think I found your dog. His name is Max?”

“Oh, thank goodness,” the woman said, and I could hear her voice trembling. “That’s my Max. He’s been gone all night. Please, where are you? I’ll come right away.”