I can't bear the sight any longer.

Her pleading eyes,

Blood-shot and battered,

Look at me for justice of which I cannot give.

They look at me for arms to take her in,

In which I do not have.

I can barely stand the sound of her whimpers for help

As she tries to claw her way out of a cage.

Welcome to the world of working at an animal shelter.

The End

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