Sam gathered the veterinary reports carefully, treating them like sworn testimony. Bloodwork. Treatment plans. Progress notes. Each document told part of the story Fortune’s body had already revealed. Together, they formed evidence that couldn’t be brushed aside as opinion or emotion.
With a lot of effort on his part, former buyers began reaching out anonymously. Some were angry. Others ashamed. All of them told similar stories—dogs that performed intensely, then collapsed, sickened, or died young. Sam listened without judgment, letting their experiences fill in the spaces records never would.