the windows were fogged from the heat, the dog was panting heavily, tongue out, eyes glazed. It was clear — she was on the brink. If it’s 30°C (86°F) outside, it’s much hotter inside a car.

On the windshield, I noticed a note with a phone number. I called. A man answered. I tried to stay calm:

“Your dog is suffering from the heat. Please come back immediately and at least crack a window open!”
But his reply was cold:
“I left her water. It’s none of your business.”