I Thought It Was Trash. Turns Out, Someone Had Thrown Away Something Still Breathing… (3 of 3)

Instead, I made a detour to the nearest vet clinic 45 miles off-route. The staff took over immediately, and by some miracle, two of the three kittens survived. They said the dog must’ve followed the scent, maybe even tried to pull the bag out of the road before I came.

I stayed at the clinic a while longer than I probably should’ve. Long enough to watch that dog—tail wagging, eyes alert—refuse to leave the kittens’ side.

They asked if I wanted to adopt him.

I didn’t even hesitate.

His name is Keeper now.

Because some lives are saved by brakes.
Others, by loyalty.

But sometimes, it takes both.