My partner was dying. He’d saved my life, and now the only thing standing between him and a grave was a five-figure surgery bill that the department just couldn’t cover.
Max wasn’t just a “K9 unit.” He was family.
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My partner was dying. He’d saved my life, and now the only thing standing between him and a grave was a five-figure surgery bill that the department just couldn’t cover.
Max wasn’t just a “K9 unit.” He was family.
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