We were standing on the side of a quiet road just outside our neighborhood. Three dogs lay in the dirt, their bodies trembling, their back legs dragging behind them when they tried to move. It looked like a hit-and-run.
I remember looking around, hoping someone else would step in. No one did.
We didn’t have extra money. Not for something like this.
But walking away didn’t feel like an option.
So we didn’t.
“Mom… they’re still alive.”
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