I was with a man and I had three dogs. A black mutt, an overweight bulldog and a golden retriever. They were new to me, recently adopted. Walking home on the dreamy city streets, I dropped the leash and they all got loose.
The black mutt ran up an alley, the other two went into street and were hit by a car. The bulldog was squashed in half, run over, dead. The retrieved lay bleeding in the road and I ran to him.
The man I was with told me to apply pressure on the wound, I had hope we could save him. When I heard my mother's cat Louie snarl up the alley, I woke up.
Louie Bowden Christmas 2009
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