There's a story about a dad who left his son in the car all day. Of course the kid died.
I know nothing about this guy's specific situation other than this article, and if the police say they have evidence, then...
But as a related story:
I was a Humane Society foster parent for puppies for years. An endless train of puppies, destined for pet stores, ended up in my care, and I nursed them back to health (or occasionally was not able to do so, sadly) while hanging on to them until they were old enough to be spayed/neutered and adopted out. While I had them, I took them everywhere with me. I would grab my wallet, my keys, my phone, and a puppy or two and go about my day. I took them to work. To the Apple store. Everywhere. Except Starbucks, the bitch manager at Starbucks wouldn't let me come in with them. Anyway —
One day I went to get my oil changed, and I dropped off my car and walked away down the street. A while later, I literally almost fell over with the realization that I was missing something. I had left a puppy, a fat little yellow lab, in the car on a hot Miami summer day. My car was in the parking lot, in the sun, windows up.
I never, ever left puppies in my car, mostly because I worried someone would steal them. I have love for Miami but the city is a dump, and the people will steal anything that they think they can sell for $10. Plus, there was the heat from the Miami summer. Even with the air conditioning running, I would drive and sweat.
So I ran back. Ran. I envisioned bursting into the garage, screaming at them to lower my car from the lift so I could get the puppy out and face the judgmental stares of the mechanics who thought I was a terrible person. But as I rounded the corner and saw the shop, much to my horror I saw, even worse, the car was still outside in the parking lot.
The puppy was just laying there on the floorboard, snoozing, perfectly fine. Apparently I hadn't been gone as long as I thought. He had enjoyed a lovely little nap down where the air was cooler, and as a result he was wide awake and ready to wiggle around and play. So I ran into the office, asked for my key for a minute, and grabbed the puppy and carried him away. Life went on. But I held him tight for the rest of the day.
This wasn't my only brush with puppy death — portable kennel doors popped open and puppies fell out, unattended puppies playfully jumped into oncoming traffic — but I still get the shivers thinking about what could have been with that lab. Maybe the dad did it to his son on purpose; this isn't about him. I'm just sayin', the story reminded me that there are times when routines fail us.