One moment
life was perfect – he had everything he needed: people to care for him, smile
at him, give him love. The next moment, it’s all stripped away, and he will
never know why.
He’s lying on
the hard ground, the rough earth chafing his belly. The junkyard is nothing but
scrapped metal and old cars, lifeless skeletons turning brown with rust. Marty
never understood what they were, but he knew they meant something to his family.
Now they’re abandoned, just like him. Right now, he’s just a piece of scrapped
equipment, no different to the things around him.
It’s as if he
can feel himself starting to rust.
His coat has been thinning over the last few months. His bones are more rigid,
pressing sharply against his skin as if they’re trying to push their way out.
His nose twitches as he rests his chin on his front legs, hoping he can fall
asleep. But with cars soaring past him on the main road and the absence of
someone to scratch him behind the ears, he knows that isn’t possible.
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