đŠ “Sir, could you buy my dog?” a little girl asked me, and the reason she was selling her dog deeply moved me.
That day, it was very cold. The streets were frozen, and the shops were closed. There was no one around. From a distance, I noticed a little girl with a dog.
I looked around her, but I didnât see any adults nearby. Iâve been patrolling this neighborhood for over ten years, and I know well that this place is not dangerous at all.
Anyway, I approached to understand what she was doing, alone, on the street in such weather.
I will never forget the expression on her face. It will stay etched in my memory. Her eyes were filled with despair.
“Are you all alone? Where are your parents?” I asked her. She didnât answer and lowered her eyes.
I noticed a small sign hanging around the dogâs neck with a price on it.
“Are you selling your dog, little one?”
“Yes, sir, could you buy my daddy’s dog, please?” she asked.
“Why are you selling it?” I asked her. What she said left me deeply shaken.
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The little girl, her eyes cast down, finally whispered: “We donât have any food at home, sir. Daddy canât find a job, and mommy is sick… The dog helps us, but we donât have enough to eat. So I have to sell my dog so we can buy food.”
Shocked and moved by her words, I couldnât stay indifferent.
I reached out my hand to her and gently said, “Donât worry, I will help you. You are not alone.”
I took out my phone and contacted social services, explaining the situation.
A few hours later, social services arrived to offer immediate support to the family, and the little girl was able to find comfort.
The next day, volunteers brought food and medicine for her mother, and the dog, saved from being sold, was back with its family.
