On My Regular Drive to the Shelter, I Found Her on the Roadside, a Mass of Matted Fur and Shallow Breaths
It was mid-morning, just past the break in the early spring chill, when I found her on the roadside during my usual route driving to the shelter. Her fur was so severely matted she looked like a wig come to life, an unrecognizable mass of dirty, knotted strands that moved faintly with each shallow breath. … Read more