My heart fell. How could somebody simply abandon these small animals? Their ages could not have exceeded six or seven weeks. Their eyes darted about as if they were also seeking for answers, and their matted fur clung to their emaciated bodies.
I took another look at Carl. “Are you aware of who abandoned them?”
I was surprised by his candor, but he shared my dissatisfaction. Standing there, however, wasn’t making things better. The sky was becoming pink and orange as the sun began to set, and the temperature was rapidly decreasing. Those puppies wouldn’t survive the night if I didn’t take action right away.
“May I have them?” I inquired.
Carl’s eyebrows went up. “Are you certain? That’s quite a bit of accountability.
I retorted, “I can’t just leave them here.” “They will perish.”
He gave a slow nod before vanishing into the shop. Upon his return, he gave me a plastic bag containing beef jerky and water bottles, along with an old blanket. “This is it. Take this first. Good luck, too.
Good luck. Yes, exactly. A miracle was what I needed.
I gingerly started lifting the puppies into the cab of my pickup, one by one, after laying the blanket across the passenger seat. In all, there were eight of them: two golden-brown pups, five black-and-white ones, and one tenacious little guy with patches of gray fur. As I lifted them up, their small paws shivered against my palms and each whined gently.
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