What?

What?

It was there, your chocolate brown body on the hard and cold pavement. Someone must have petted you, caressed you once, yesterday or the day before. I bent down to touch you. Stiff—you couldn’t feel anymore. Was that how it had happened? Had you climbed over a wall to play and instead death met up with you? I’ll never know. I petted you. Goodbye little animal.

 

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