Fhilcar Faunillani 
The dog’s fur was matted, caked with dirt. Her eyes, cloudy with pain, followed me as I knelt beside her. She didn’t move, only whimpered, a sound so soft it broke something inside me. I saw her leg, swollen and blackened, trailing uselessly. She’d been hiding here since last night, the locals said. Hurt, alone, …
The old dog rested by the roadside. His fur was gone in patches, skin raw and bleeding. Each breath was shallow, like he was saving strength for something he no longer believed in. People passed. Cars slowed, then sped away. He didn’t lift his head anymore. The world had taught him to expect nothing. Yet …
The dog was curled tight against the curb. His fur, matted and gray, barely moved in the wind. Nobody stopped. Cars hummed past, their tires spitting dust. People walked by, heads down, steps quick. His eyes followed them. They were big, dark, and tired. They held a quiet plea. Each day, he grew thinner. His …
She was hidden beneath the splintered wood of a collapsed shed. Her body, barely more than bones, trembled in the cold. Her fur was gone, replaced by raw, open wounds that wept silently. I stood there, watching, my breath catching in my throat. The air smelled of decay and damp earth. She didn’t move at …
The dog lay in the dust, his golden fur matted and thin. His eyes, clouded with fever, searched the empty road. He was a Golden Retriever, once proud, now a shadow of himself. His ribs pressed against his skin. He tried to stand, legs trembling, but fell back to the earth. The subtitles said he …
The street was empty. Leal curled tight against the cracked pavement, his ribs sharp under thin fur. He shivered, though the sun burned overhead. His eyes, soft and searching, followed every shadow that passed. No one stopped. Cars rumbled by, kicking up dust that settled on his wounds. A man walked past, then froze. He …
The dog moved slowly, his head low. A shoelace, knotted tight, dug into his matted fur. It was early, the air still cool. Cars hummed past, their tires crunching gravel. No one stopped. Children waited for the school bus, their laughter sharp against the quiet morning. The dog paused by a fence, his eyes dull …
The puppies lay beside her, small as hands, their fur damp against her cold side. They didn’t know she was gone. They only knew the warmth she’d always given, now fading under the gray sky. The dump stretched wide, a sea of broken things. Plastic bags caught on jagged metal, flapping in the wind. The …
The dog lay on the cold ground, trembling. His fur was matted, his eyes half-closed, clouded with pain. A woman stood over him, her hands shaking as she dialed for help. People passed by, their faces turned away. No one stopped. The dog’s body twitched, a seizure gripping him. She knelt beside him, whispering soft …
The dog lay on the cold warehouse floor. His eyes, wide and dark, searched the dim light. A woman knelt beside him, her hands gentle, her voice soft, whispering words he couldn’t understand but felt. She’d found him the night before, curled up on the street. His fur was matted, thin, clinging to bones that …
The dog stood on the cracked sidewalk, his head low. His eyes followed every stranger, wet and pleading. He whined softly, a sound like a child lost in a crowd. No one stopped. Cars hummed past, their tires kicking up dust that settled on his matted fur. The collar around his neck hung loose, faded, …
The little terrier was alone. Her small body curled against the cold pavement. Cars roared past, their lights cutting through the dusk, but none stopped. Her front legs were crushed, mangled by a hit-and-run. Blood seeped into her fur. She didn’t whimper. She just watched the road, waiting for a familiar face that never came. …
The sun was low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. Lucy, an albino Doberman, lay thin and trembling in the grass. Her white fur was dull, her ribs sharp under her skin. She’d been there for days. Cars passed. None stopped. Her eyes, pale and searching, followed each one. She was eight years old. …
The dog lay still in the sewer, his body half-sunk in cold, thick mud. His eyes, wide and trembling, watched the world above through a rusted grate. No one came for two days. The metal house overhead creaked in the wind. Shadows of passing feet flickered, but none stopped. His fur, matted with filth, clung …
The dog curled into the corner of the gas station, her fur matted against the cold concrete. Her eyes, wide and searching, followed every car that slowed by the pumps. She didn’t move much. Her body ached, her hips heavy with a pain she couldn’t name. The hum of engines filled the air, but none …