It was snowing heavily, the temperature just 10°F, and homeless man John sat on a park bench with only a thick wool blanket, not for himself but wrapped around his dog King, keeping him warm and sleeping soundly while John shivered beside him in just a t-shirt, whispering, “He’s old; his body can’t fight the cold like mine can,” spending the night giving away his last warmth—a true act of love and sacrifice.

It was snowing heavily, the temperature just 10°F, and homeless man John sat on a park bench with only a thick wool blanket, not for himself but wrapped around his dog King, keeping him warm and sleeping soundly while John shivered beside him in just a t-shirt, whispering, “He’s old; his body can’t fight the cold like mine can,” spending the night giving away his last warmth—a true act of love and sacrifice.