It was 7am. I peeped through the window to see if the dog was already there waiting. She had turned up punctually every morning for the past few days. She was a new stray in the street.
The way she carried herself spoke of a miserable life. Her gloomy eyes expressed betrayal and loneliness. She too needed food, shelter and love – just like every one of us.
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