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{even dogs die miserable} dane cobain They were walking the dog when the train came. Off its lead, it chased the metal giant as it pitter-pattered through suburbia. At the crossing, dog stopped looking confused and she waited as well, unsure – if she moved, she died. The moving metal hammered on and at that last second the dog jumped under the train like a suicide, only inhuman. Meanwhile, unaware of the shattered bone and bloody wreck beneath them, two hundred commuters worried about rent dinner death tomorrow. The dog didn’t die immediately, it just lost its paws and sprayed blood like a pierced artery. She screamed, ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god’, and cradled the dying animal – it stared vacant and unseeing at its mistress, licked feebly at her tears. They took it to the vet in the back of a once-white van, now red, dirty and deathly – they put it out of its misery. It took her two days to wash away the blood, and she still hears him barking in the night-time. |
