I was driving home and I saw this dog laying in the middle of the road, it looked dead, one of it hind legs was completely bent the other direction, nearly ripped off, and there was a gash along its stomach.
I remember thinking "poor doggy, hope someone cleans up the mess soon." but as I drove by, I noticed the dog wasn't dead. I almost stopped right there to pull out my rifle to finish it off. But it was on a very busy road, and I didn't want to cause a panic. I felt bad the rest of the night. I could of used a hug.
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