It was in the public pound of Sparta a dog that screamed every ten minutes. He was screaming like they were killing him.

Entering we realized who it was, it was the gray right, puppy. We also realized that no one really minded about it.

He was in a cage with at least ten other dogs, puppies and adults, floating in the feces, and every time in the crowds another dog simply touched it, it screamed and as soon as it screamed the rest trampled it. Without biting it, they simply trampled it.

In the same cage was his sibling, also an identical female puppy, in much better condition, and in adjacent cages were (most likely) their parents, Victoria and David.

Of the four members of this family, three managed to manage the situation they were in, one not at all. This puppy was perhaps born with a more sensitive psychology, perhaps there were other factors that we do not know, that brought it to a state of not being able to withstand life.

It's been a while, and the girl is still struggling to understand what's going on, what she's feeling, and why she's feeling that way. Inside him there is constantly a battle, as he tries to balance what he feels, what he fears, and what is now generously offered to her.