The ice gave way beneath first one dog, then the other, plunging them in
It was a Saturday evening in March, just before sundown, when we heard the screaming. I was out walking with my wife, Melissa, and our golden retriever, Kira, beside a lake in Irvington, New York State, when the peace was broken by a woman’s voice, calling out two names over and over.
We spotted her almost immediately, three or four hundred feet away across the lake. Spring had yet to take hold and there was still snow on the ground, the water covered by a layer of ice that had just started to thaw. Two big red labradors were walking out across it. They appeared to be quite old and were moving slowly. As we watched, the ice gave way beneath one dog and then the other, plunging them into the water.