I could never do that. And if she's a soccer mom, then the woods are full of em'.
Besides, once I'd fed and given the dog water, it was finally able to rest. It was undoubtedly still in pain, but it was no longer crying, starving or thirsting to death, and it was not alone. She had several moments of peace, and lots of attention. I knew that dog and it knew me. It considered me and my people its family. We were the only ones who had ever fed it or shown it any attention. She finally felt safe and at home, and I wanted her to feel that way for as long as possible.
