In Memory of A Stray

One of the most heartbreaking things a rescuer comes across is a dog that you are too late to save. I met one such dog two days after my beloved Gonzo died in my arms. Still grieving for my dog, I happened upon a starving, sick shepherd mix in the middle of the road. I had seen him several times and knew that he didn’t have a home. I could tell he had been hit at least once recently as his neck was covered with dried blood. He had fear in his eyes and his body was tired and full of pain. He would just lay in the middle of the road when a car would come, looking like he hoped to be run over for the final time.