When I went home yesterday, I bought something to eat. I had to eat to get rid of the waste from my hands, and I left for half a day without seeing anything. Whether or not I've thrown it alone, I've taken it for a while, and I've left it in the trash.
I was surprised that many people threw dogs in the trash when he threw me in the back, and if I came later, the dog would have been abandoned as a waste, thinking that I would have gone through the trash to get him out, and it would have happened to someone else.
The walkers threw the baby dog in the trash, picked it up, they held it in their arms, and the other one saw the dog I was carrying, and said, "So many dirty dogs do?" After that, I left, with no regard for others, when I saw the dirty look of the dog, and it was so painful that the little dog was abandoned. On the way home, I've been thinking about it, and I've never been able to participate, but in the future I'll be able to take care of it, and I won't let it drift low, and I can't imagine what I'm going to do with little dogs.
And I felt like I didn't care at all, and I didn't think I'd be able to forget my whole life what I saw when I took him out of the trash can, as if it had seen the angel, and then I held him in my arms, which was painful, and I had to keep it well after I had made my decision, and I didn't let it cold. Because I understand that the smell of drifting must be terrible, and I do not want it to go through it, or to go through it with such a terrible life, hoping that it will be filled with the sun.