“Dog shivered on the edge of the curb, his brown coat sodden, raindrops drip-drip-dripping off his nose. The cruel cold gnawing on his bones, he stood transfixed, clinging to the splinter of hope like a hanged man clings to his final breath. He ached to escape this torment and continue his search, but instead, he waiting. Hoping.”
Book:As The Stars Fall