Something didn’t add up. Laura was too calm.
I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, while they were asleep, I went to the neighbor across the street, Mrs. Rosa, who has security cameras.
“Mrs. Rosa, I need to see the recordings from the 15th of last month.”
Mrs. Rosa looked at me with pity.
“Son… it’s good that you woke up. I was going to tell you, but I was afraid of your sister. She’s very rude.”
She showed me the video.
He didn’t run away.
In the video, Esteban and Laura could clearly be seen dragging Hercules, who was resisting, toward their truck. Hercules was crying. They forced him in.
“They took him to the old road, son,” Rosa told me. “Esteban told the gardener they were going to dump him in the woods so he’d get lost. They said they wanted the yard cleared so they could put in a pool for themselves.”
I felt my heart break and then burst into flames. They dumped my dog, an old, domesticated animal, in the middle of nowhere to starve to death or get run over, just so they could put in a pool at MY house.I didn’t confront Laura.
I called every shelter in the area. I posted on social media. I hired a search team.
Two days later, a miracle happened. A shelter 50 kilometers away had found him dehydrated and with an injured paw on the side of the road.
