In Mr. Müller’s appearance, sadness and despair were evident. When he entered the office, the light of hope would have to leave him, and the darkness of pain would accompany him in.
Dr. Meier, the veterinarian, sensed something was wrong when he saw old Müller approaching. His voice reflected pain, and his eyes seemed to have abandoned all hope.
“Sorry, doctor,” Mr. Müller said thoughtfully. “All I can do is find money to treat my dog, Naidu.”
In his eyes, Dr. Meier saw undeniable greatness and determination. Mr. Müller explained that, after losing his wife, Naidu, the only remaining dog, became his only source of comfort during lonely nights.
When Naidu began to get sick, the ground seemed to recede from Mr. Müller’s feet. Dr. Meier felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. She remembered when the quiet old man came to the office three days ago, along with Naidu – his loyal companion.
“Let me examine Naidu,” Dr. Meier suggested, guiding Mr. Müller to the examination table. While Naidu still lay there, fragile and tired, when he heard Mr. Müller’s voice, the dog gently raised his head.
Dr. Meier felt the determination in his heart. “I will treat Naidu for free,” she said. “Money does not determine whether a life is saved or not.”
She felt lonely as she said those words, but in her mind, the image of Mr. Müller, with his beloved dog, putting change on the table and then leaving, impossible to accept despite this, was appearing. image. Mr. Müller looked at Dr. Meier with thirsty eyes and tears, but at that moment, the smile on her face lit up the whole room, bringing hope and faith in the power of human love.