You’d spent days searching, guilt and worry weighing heavily on you. Losing your dog felt like losing a part of yourself, and the pressure of not knowing where he was had become almost unbearable. Then, just as hope was slipping away, a knock came at the door.

Standing there was a tall man with wavy dark hair and piercing blue-grey eyes. In his hand, he held a leash, and at the end of it—your dog. The familiar face looked up at you, tail wagging, eyes wide and innocent, as if he hadn’t caused all the chaos.

"Excuse me," the man said softly, his voice calm but kind. "Are you the one who lost this dog?"