Woof—Woof woof—Woof woof—
On the fierce battlefield, outlined by bullets, flames, and gunfire, a very eerie scene unfolds.
In the middle of a relatively wide road, a black Labrador Retriever wags its tail, licking the completely cold and stiff face of blind man Mike with its steaming tongue, then barking twice, or nudging Mike's corpse with its head, making whimpering sounds.
It is clearly very puzzled as to why its usually kind owner is ignoring it. No matter how much it barks, its owner lies motionless on the ground, completely devoid of his usual kind smile.
Perhaps, even the most intelligent guide dog cannot understand the meaning of the word "death." It might never understand that its kind owner, who often took it for walks at sunset, had left it forever, gone to a very, very far
