As happy as I was yesterday, as sad and angry I became when I saw this poor dog in front of our apartment building. He was in a really bad shape and I think someone¬†might have¬†poisoned him (it’s not something unnatural around here). It really hurt to see him struggle like that, but at 9 in the evening there aren’t many vet clinics open, especially on a Sunday. And we didn’t even had milk at home to give it to him (since milk is really good in case of poisoning). And no there aren’t and special agencies around here like the RSPCA.

I didn’t saw the dog this morning, but I hope he was just cold and that’s why he was shaking like that.

It sucks when you know you can’t do anything for the poor animals, except feeding them.