A CONVICT’S LAST REQUEST WAS A REUNION WITH HIS DOG — BUT WHEN THE GERMAN SHEPHERD RAN TO HIM, SOMETHING SURPRISING OCCURRED For twelve long years, he woke up every morning in the cold of cell B-17. Once, he had tried to fight—writing letters, reaching out to lawyers, begging anyone who would listen to believe in his innocence. But no one did. Slowly, he stopped resisting. He accepted the silence, the walls, and the fate waiting for him. The only thing that gave him strength was his dog—a German