Everyone thought the dog was sad because her owner had died. But what the vet saw when he looked at her was really startling…
For more than a month, a black-and-brown dog had been lying inert at the border of a run-down settlement. She didn’t bark, ask for food, or pick up the phone. She merely stayed at the same grave.
“Poor thing…” “They said, ‘She is still waiting for her master,’ with pity in their voices.”
They brought her water, bread, and canned food, but she typically didn’t even look at it. She didn’t even look at the food; she just glanced off into the distance.
A vet came to the village one day to take care of the horses of a farmer who lived there. When he heard about a weird dog at the graveyard, his instincts kicked in immediately away.
“Animals don’t just let themselves go hungry. This isn’t real loyalty. He said in a quiet voice, “Something else is going on.”
He went to the grave the next day.
“Now, friend…” He knelt down next to her. “Let me take a look at you…”
The dog didn’t fight back. He gently touched her ribs, legs, and head, but then he stopped.
He had found something strange that made him speechless.
In all his years, he had never seen anything like it…
His hands ran along a distinct scar on her stomach that was under her thinning coat.
“An operation? “Who did this to you?”
He brought her to his residence, got an X-ray, and felt his chest tighten.
The X-ray picture showed a little metal object inside her body. The symbols on it showed that it was military, not a veterinary microchip for tracking.
He called a technician friend right quickly, and they figured out what the data indicated. It featured video, GPS coordinates, and… voices that had been recorded.
The truth came out: the dog had been trained to do reconnaissance work with a military technical team and was good at identifying mines and bombs that were hidden.
And what about the grave she was in charge of? A lieutenant who was good at talking and destroying things owned it. People said he had died in an accident a month before and been buried.
It all made clear after that: she wasn’t a pet; she was helping him commit crimes. She had gone back to the last place she had seen the lieutenant before he died.
Her commander might have had one last assignment to accomplish, like keeping something safe from the enemy or withholding information. And now that he was gone, she was left waiting for an order that would never arrive.
The vet never took out the implant, but the dog begged to go outside every night.