He was freezing in an alley, secretly feeding his last piece of food to his dog. What the local firefighters did next will completely break your heart.

At seventy-eight, with a worn veteran’s cap and hands that never quite stopped shaking, Elias had learned how to disappear in plain sight.

But he was never alone.

Curled tightly against his side every night was Buster—a once-golden retriever whose coat had dulled with time, but whose loyalty hadn’t faded one bit.

They shared everything.

Even hunger.