As he walked through the narrow aisles, he observed each cage with a careful eye. Some dogs barked enthusiastically, wagging their tails in an attempt to grab attention. Others simply watched him silently, their eyes filled with melancholy. None of them, however, seemed to have that special spark he associated with Rex.

Just as he was about to give up, a shelter worker caught his attention. “Mr. Reynolds, we have a German Shepherd in the back that might interest you. He came in a few weeks ago, but he’s a bit… special.”

Jack looked up, surprised. A German Shepherd. Without saying a word, he followed the young woman to a more secluded area.

In one of the cages, lying in the farthest corner, was a large dog with black-and-tan fur. His posture was stiff, but his eyes showed evident weariness. Even so, Jack felt his heart race. He would recognize that dog anywhere.

“Rex,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.