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

That’s when I saw him.

Eli wasn’t taking his usual route. He was cutting behind the old hardware store, the one with the faded red siding and a fence that leans like it’s tired of holding itself up. I slowed down and stayed back, curious.

He didn’t notice me.

He knelt behind the store, unzipped his backpack, and pulled out a sandwich wrapped in wax paper. Carefully, he unwrapped it and tore it in half. He set one half on the ground, just by a rusted dumpster.

Then, from under that dumpster, came this scrappy little dog.

It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen.

Its fur was matted with dirt, its legs were too thin for its body, and its ribs poked out like someone had forgotten to feed it for weeks. But its tail wagged like crazy, like Eli was the best thing to happen in its whole miserable day.

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