Today, November 11, 2025, I had just finished signing the adoption papers for a stocky gray pittie named Tank. But when the volunteer clipped on his leash to lead him out, he froze. It was strange—most dogs can’t wait to bolt from the kennel, tails wagging and hearts racing toward freedom. But Tank just sat there, eyes soft and uncertain. I crouched down to comfort him, thinking maybe he was scared. But then I followed his gaze… and saw her. Curled up in the corner of the run was a smaller, olde