– No. You didn’t know. And besides… if he hadn’t been with you, I might never have found him. You took care of him, you loved him. I thank you for that.
The woman couldn’t hold back anymore. She began to sob. People who had silently watched the scene moved closer. A man sipping his coffee placed a hand on her shoulder and said gently:
– Everything is fine. You are a good person for taking care of him.
The woman, holding a child’s hand, offered a handkerchief to her. The child, who had been watching with wide eyes, reached out to touch the dog. Max sniffed the child’s hand gently, then sat, allowing his head to be stroked. The child laughed, and the sound lifted the weight that had filled the waiting room.
I looked at the woman who had cared for Max all these years, and one thing became clear: I couldn’t simply take him and leave. She loved him. For her too, this would be a loss.
“Listen,” I said softly, “I don’t know the right way to do this… but I want you to know that I’m ready to do what’s right. If you want…”
She raised her hand to stop me, wiped away her tears, and took a deep breath. A calm, almost peaceful expression appeared on her face.
“No,” she said clearly. “He’s your dog. He always has been. I… I only looked after him until you two were together again. I want you to take him.”
She bent down and gently removed the leash. Then she stood, looked at Max, and her voice trembled:
– Goodbye, Charlie… Sorry, Max.
The dog stared at her for a long, lingering moment, then gently licked her hand. She smiled, though the tears still flowed.
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