Koda, a beautiful Shiba Inu dog that wouldn’t stop staring at the windows of the closed bike store near the warehouse where I worked, was everything but ordinary. There was something about this dog’s behavior that I found rather strange.
No matter how many times I tried to approach him, Koda would run away. The truth is, I didn’t know his name, but started calling him Koda because I saw him every day and I felt like he needed a name.
What I noticed about him was that he had a collar, and obviously an owner, because his fur was always clean.
What’s most, he wouldn’t munch on the food I’d give him. Instead, he would sniff it and then take it in his mouth and run away.
Curious, I asked around. Some of the people working nearby said they had also noticed the dog, assuming it belonged to the owner of the closed bike shop, Morgan’s Bikes.
When I asked about the owner, they said no one had heard from him since he closed the place, so they assumed he probably moved places or retired. But why would he leave his dog behind?
Few more days passed by and Koda started being comfortable around me, so one day, I took him home, although I knew my girlfriend would be livid.
“Daniel, what’s this?” she asked me the moment she spotted me with Koda. I explained that he was an abandoned dog that needed a new home, but she wasn’t excited by the thought of having a dog in the house. After some explaining and begging, Tasha finally agreed to welcome Koda in.
However, Koda felt restless.
He struggled to find a cozy spot for himself and rejected the food I offered, some chicken scraps.
In the morning, Tasha said, “Daniel, your beloved dog is gone. I guess he didn’t like it here, and I believe it’s for the better.”
“How do you mean he’s gone?” I asked, worried.
I put some clothes on and went outside to look for Koda. Unsurprisingly, he was standing right in front of the closed bike shop, just like he did every single day. But that day, I decided to follow him.
To my surprise, Koda led me to a house and showed me the back yard. There was a German Shepherd there that was locked inside a cage. Poor Koda was taking food to his dog friend. The German Shephard was visibly malnourished and filthy. He started barking softly, as though he was asking from me to save him.
“Oh, Koda, so this is why you never ate your food. All this time, you were helping a friend.”
I didn’t hesitate before I called the police and told them about the neglected dog, and they arrived at the address at no time.
When they tried to track down the owner, the Morgan guy, they learned a devastating truth. He didn’t move place, nor he retired. Sadly, he was dead.
The police found his body inside the house.
The German Shepherd was taken to the nearest vet clinic where he was treated for malnourishment. He was still alive thanks to Koda.
As of me, I knew the two friends shouldn’t be separated.
That dog that spent his days in front of the closed store and his pal that was caged for weeks deserved their happy ending – together.
I was perfectly aware Tasha would say no, but once I shared the entire story with her, she said, “Well, I guess it’s not fair for these two to be separated.”
All of a sudden, we ended up with two dogs, and our world became a better place.
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