Wet, shivering, tied to a tree all night in the rain, quite possibly blind. My heart just broke. I'll never be able to ever erase the sight of her whimpering, as the man untied her short rope, expecting more abuse, terrified not knowing what was in store for her. Holding her flea infested body in my arms, her fur incredibly matted, thick with grime and stinking of utter neglect, I was stunned at the capacity ppl possess for cruelty, for being monsters.
Cherie is sleeping in Bala's old bed now. She's clean, she's fed, she's warm and she's safe.
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