I woke up sad this morning. I was thinking of a little puppy I had picked up a couple of weeks ago. I was headed to my trailer near dark and a little puppy was running down the road in front of my car. I stopped and picked it up and it was so gross. It had scabs everywhere, pus in its eyes, sores on it nose, it was so skinny it's fur was in wrinkles on it's head. I had bought some chicken and fries from the store for supper but felt bad for the pup so I gave most of it to him. He finished eating and then climbed on the seat by me and then nuzzled up under my arm seeking attention. He was so nasty that I wanted to push him away but he was so pathetic that I wanted to hold him. I didn't push him away or hold him. I remained neutral I guess. We arrived at my home and I got him some water which he drank thirstily. I went inside and eventually he climbed inside and then found some clothes I had left on the floor and he promptly laid on them. I say he but I'm not sure if it was a boy or girl. I never looked. I couldn't stay as it was the holiday and I was just checking on my trailer. As I left the pup began wondering around the yard moaning. Unfortunately I didn't have the gas or money to go back for a few days to check on him. I was staying with mom and she could not have pets in or around her apartment. There is no animal shelter nearby. When I did go back I found him. He was curled up under a table in my yard dead. This made me so sad. I still think of it. I think it would make a good painting if I can remember the details of him being curled up.
Believe in Jesus Christ.