I went out shopping the day before yesterday, and then I went home to see a dog under a roadlight, and it was so sullen on the street by the roadside, and I waited for it to pass by and it only looked at me, even though it had not done anything, and it seemed lonely, and it was not clear whether it was sad to see it because of its innocent look, a world that looked so rich, but that was nothing to do with it, so that the world was living in is a hundred holes.
When I saw it alone, I felt uncomfortable, so I came to its bones, and the dog was soft, and though not standing up, it shook its passion with its little tail, and saw it as if it were some kind of mind, and I couldn't have left it alone, so I wanted to take it to my home, and that night was too lonely.
Until the next day, I thought it wasn't very spiritual, and it wasn't very ejective, and I felt as if there was something in mind, so that safety thought of bringing it to the pet stores, and it did not come out of my plastics, and then I learned that the dog was a dog plague, and when I heard of it, my heart sank, and it was cold, so that the chances of cure were too low, and the dog was truly too bad, whether it was healthy or not.
It's not clear how I'd like to know that it's sick and throw it out, and it's as if it's gone away at the moment when the dog gets sick. For the dog, it's a critical period of time when the owner has left it, knowing that the dog's sick owner has abandoned it, seeing its poor and lost eyes, and I'm sure I'll take care of it, and I'll save it anyway, even if it's stupid, but I can't heal it, but it's only one way to die, because I'm not rich, but I'm not alive, and if I really don't come back, and many people will see it at the end of the day, and I won't let it cry, and I can save it with a lot of effort and hope that it will survive the days.