Every day, a golden retriever sat by the same storm drain, barking and whining as if guarding something.
One afternoon, I offered him a bone. Instead of eating it, he pushed it through the grate. Curious, I looked inside—my heart froze. A boy was trapped below, pale and barely conscious.
I shouted for help, and neighbors rushed in. When the grate was lifted, rescuers pulled the child out—weak, but alive.
The crowd cheered, but the hero was clear: the loyal dog who never left the boy’s side until he was saved.
