I thought he was just a stray; curled up, shaking, crying like his soul was breaking. People walked past like he didn’t exist. But when I knelt down, he bared his teeth, guarding that filthy blanket like his life depended on it. Then something moved under it. Something small. I swear, my blood ran cold. I grabbed my phone and called 911, because what I saw should’ve never been there. And when the paramedics lifted the blanket, every single one of them went dead silent...
With one hand shaking, I dialed 911, trying to focus on the voice at the other end. 'Yes, hello? I—I need help.' My words stumbled out, almost tripping over each other. I described the scene: a protective dog, a mysterious blanket, and the desperate cries lingering in the cold air. 'Please hurry,' I pleaded, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the winter breeze biting at my skin.