It started out as a perfectly ordinary morning — sunlight filtering softly through the windows, the smell of coffee brewing, the rhythm of another day beginning. I was heading outside to take the trash out — a task so simple it barely registered. But that morning, something unexpected stopped me in my tracks.
Near the trash bins, I noticed a black plastic bag crumpled under a small bush. At first glance, it looked like ordinary garbage — until I heard it. A faint rustling sound, soft but desperate, like something alive struggling for breath. I leaned closer. Through a small tear in the bag, two terrified eyes stared back at me. Then two more.
Inside were a tiny puppy and a kitten, pressed together, trembling. The puppy’s fur was matted, his ribs visible, his little body shivering. The kitten, no bigger than his paw, was covered in grime, her tiny frame shaking uncontrollably. …
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