His ribs tell the story of neglect no words can. A rope cuts into a dog’s neck as he pulls, trying to reach a bowl that has been dry for days. His ribs press sharply against thin skin. Flies settle into open sores that no one has cleaned or treated. Rain soaks him through the night, and by morning the sun burns down with no shade anywhere in sight. Confusion fills his eyes because he does not know what he did wrong. Pain and hunger are the only answers he gets. Each breath is a battle…
