I Was Told To Let My Dog Die In The Storm Because The Terrain Was “Too Dangerous.” I Found Spirit Frozen And Issued A Code Red While Everyone Else Stayed Home. Then I Spotted A Second Life Hanging By A Thread.

The Search in the Storm

“I’m will find help, Rex. I can’t, not in this storm. I’m sorry, out of…”

“Hey, whoa, whoa there. All right, all right, I see it, Rex. Which way?”

“I can’t see. Where are you, Rex? Where are you? Hold on, I’m here.”

A Dangerous Path

“I can’t see you. I can’t get the bike over this; it’s impossible. Come on, too dangerous.”

“Come on, Spirit, hold still. We need to know this. No, it can’t be this low. It can’t be this low.”

“Spirit, Spirit! Code Red, severe hypothermia. I need… I need the off-road unit and Ogo lift. Go, stop, fast!”

Bringing Him Home

“Where are you? We have to go, little dog. You’re going to be all right. Spirit, just rest.”

“Hey, hey, little one, where are you? I’m here to help. It’s okay. Easy, easy.”

“Stay dry, buddy. I’ll bring him back to you. Time to go pick up your friend.”

“Easy, easy, good boy. Easy, easy. Here, you’re free, Spirit, go on.”

“Mhm. I told you I’d bring him back, didn’t I? Huh?”