
What a sad, heart-breaking way to start my morning. Rocky the raccoon comes staggering, limping up to the cat food dish. Something is terribly wrong with him. There’s something wrong with his two back legs. They’re not working. He’s dragging them along. I don’t know what happened. Maybe he got hit by a car and his legs are broken?? . … He desperately drinks up every drop of water in the water dish. Licking the dish over and over even when it’s completely dry. He doesn’t touch any of the cat food. Which is odd. When he’s finally done with the water he goes limping back down the trail, dragging his two dead legs behind him. . . This life can be so cruel.
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