For Six Hours We Dug Toward a Trapped Dog’s Bark until..

The Bark Grew Weaker

Hour four arrived.

The answers became quieter.

The pauses became longer.

Every bark sounded farther away.

More fragile.

More desperate.

By hour five, fear began creeping into all of us.

Several times we called out and received nothing in return.

No bark.

No sound.

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