I ended up with a truck full of puppies after stopping for gas in the middle of nowhere

He gave a slow nod before vanishing into the shop. Upon his return, he gave me a plastic bag containing beef jerky and water bottles, along with an old blanket. “This is it. Take this first. Good luck, too.

Good luck. Yes, exactly. A miracle was what I needed.

I gingerly started lifting the puppies into the cab of my pickup, one by one, after laying the blanket across the passenger seat. In all, there were eight of them: two golden-brown pups, five black-and-white ones, and one tenacious little guy with patches of gray fur. As I lifted them up, their small paws shivered against my palms and each whined gently.

As I worked, I became aware of how absurd the entire situation was. I had no experience caring for dogs, much less eight boisterous puppies, and I was miles from home and hours away from my intended location. But remorse hit me hard every time I considered leaving them behind. Someone had to step up for these little lives, and it seems like I was that someone today.

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