Odin had always been fearless.
Odin had always been fearless. The kind of dog who would place himself between you and the world without hesitation. He wasn’t just a pet — he was your shadow, your guardian, your joy. That night, the sky had been restless. The wind howled louder than usual, trash cans rattled, and somewhere down the street dogs were barking in panic. You weren’t home when it happened. A stray pack had wandered into the area — hungry, territorial, unpredictable. Odin didn’t run. That wasn’t who he was. He stood his ground in the yard he loved, protecting the home he believed was his duty to guard. Neighbors later said they heard chaos — snarling, crashing against fences, a fight that sounded uneven. By the time someone managed to intervene, the damage had already been done. Odin had fought with everything he had. But it wasn’t just the injuries that took him. It was the exhaustion. The internal trauma. The quiet strength he used up trying to win a battle he never should’ve had to fight al...