There was a slight movement in the sack. At first, the driver thought he was imagining things, but then he heard a faint whimper. He knelt down, breathless, and completely opened the sack. Inside, wrapped in a dirty blanket, was a newborn puppy, shivering and barely breathing.
The man looked at the black-and-white dog. It was clear that she was the mother. She barked, almost crying, wagging her tail in fear, approaching and sniffing the puppy.
— Oh God… who could do something like this? — he said softly, his voice trembling.
The driver’s name was Ion, and he was a simple man from the countryside. He had seen many things in his life, but he had never encountered anything like this. He held the puppy in his hands, feeling it warm and helpless. The mother dog looked at him with pleading eyes, and Ion felt a pang in his heart.
He took the puppy to the side of the road, under a tree, and completely opened the sack. Inside were actually two puppies. One was no longer moving. Ion sighed heavily and looked at the living one, which was whimpering softly, searching for its mother.
— Look, little one… you’re lucky your mother stopped me, otherwise… — he said, wiping his forehead.
Then he looked at the clock. He had to deliver the goods to Pitești by noon. If he delayed any longer, he risked a fine of several hundred lei. But something inside him wouldn’t let him leave. He opened the door and took a bottle of water.
— Come on, beautiful, drink a little water, you surely haven’t eaten anything since this morning, — he said gently to the dog.
Then he took a towel from the cabin and wrapped the puppy. The mother dog followed his every move, wagging her tail and whimpering. Ion placed both of them in the cabin, on the seat next to him.
On the road, thoughts were gnawing at him. He remembered the time when he had a dog at home named Azor, who accompanied him everywhere. It had died old, in the yard, and Ion had cried like a child. Now, it seemed that life had sent him another sign.
Upon arriving in the city, instead of going directly to the warehouse, he stopped at a veterinary clinic. He paid for the consultation out of his own pocket — 180 lei. The doctor, a young woman, told him that the puppy had a good chance if kept warm and fed properly.
— And the mother? — Ion asked.
— The mother is exhausted, but she will be fine. You did a good thing, sir, you saved two lives.
Those words stayed in his mind all day. After finishing the delivery, Ion returned to the truck. The dog was quietly lying down, with the puppy pressed against her, under a blanket. She looked at him with gratitude, and the man felt his eyes welling up with tears.
That evening, instead of sleeping in the parking lot as he usually did, he drove home to his village in Dâmbovița. When he entered the yard, his wife greeted him with surprise.
— Did you bring something from the road again, Ioan?
He smiled widely. — This time, two souls, Marioara.
And for the first time in a long time, Ion felt that he was no longer driving aimlessly through the country. That, on an ordinary morning, a dog and a puppy of life had reminded him what humanity means.
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