I gently picked it up — a warm, trembling little body. It whimpered softly and pressed itself trustingly against my hands. I wrapped it in my jacket and hurried home.

All the way, the filthy creature shivered, whether from fear or from the cold, I couldn’t tell.

At home, the first thing I did was fill the bathtub with warm water to wash it. When the water touched its fur, the dirt began to slide off — and that’s when I realized I wasn’t holding a puppy.  I was horrified when I understood what it really was…  Continued in the first comment