Yesterday was the kind of heat that makes the air feel heavy and the pavement feel like it’s melting under your feet.
All I wanted was to get home, crank up the AC, and escape the sun. But before that, I stopped by the supermarket to grab something for dinner.
As I crossed the parking lot, squinting against the blinding light, something caught my attention. I turned my head — and froze. Inside a parked car, a German Shepherd sat slumped on the seat. The windows were rolled up tight. She was panting hard, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glassy. The windows were fogged from her breath. Anyone could see she was barely holding on. When it’s 30°C outside, the inside of a car is so much worse.
On the windshield, I spotted a note with a phone number. I called. A man picked up. I tried to keep my voice calm.
“Your dog’s in trouble. She’s overheating. Please come back and open the window.”
But his reply was flat and cold.
“I left her water. Mind your own business.”
Yes, there was water — but in a sealed bottle. My stomach turned. How was she supposed to drink that? I knew I couldn’t stand there and wait. My eyes landed on a rock nearby. I picked it up, my heart pounding, and swung it at the glass with all my strength. The window shattered, the alarm blaring in my ears. I didn’t care.
I reached in, pulled her out, and laid her gently on the ground.
She was still breathing hard, but I could already see a little life coming back to her. I poured water over her fur, trying to cool her down, and called for help.
Minutes later, the “owner” stormed up, his face twisted with anger.
“Are you insane?! I’m calling the police!”
And he did.
But when the officers arrived, they listened to both sides, saw the dog’s condition, and made their decision. I hadn’t broken the law. He got a fine, and they opened an animal cruelty case against him. One of the officers shook my hand and said, “Thank you.”
As for the dog?
She’s lying beside me right now, belly full, tail thumping, completely at ease. The same German Shepherd who nearly didn’t make it through yesterday is now safe, loved, and home.
And if I had to do it again? I’d smash that window in a heartbeat. Because animals aren’t objects. They trust us with their lives — and they deserve better.