A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun– too faithful to leave, too fri…

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun– too faithful to leave, too frightened to run. He’s been there for days now with nothing to do but sit by the road, waiting for you He can’t understand why you left him that day; he thought you and he were stopping to play. He’s sure you’ll come back, and that is why he stays– how long will he suffer? How many more days? His legs have grown weak, his throat’s parched and dry; he’s sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh. Click for more…

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