Wait! Don’t remove the dog… I think I know why he’s doing this.
Just before his surgery, five-year-old Noah tugged at the nurse’s sleeve and whispered, *“Can… Max come see me? Please? I might not get another chance.”*
The nurse’s heart ached. She nodded, and an hour later, Max was led into the hospital room.
The boy’s pale face lit up for the first time in weeks. He wrapped his little arms around Max’s neck, burying his face in the soft fur. The entire room softened at the sight.