a few days ago it was a day of heavy rain with raindrops pouring down on the quiet street creating a gloomy picture as you were walking home after a day of work at the convenience store with the sound of raindrops the clicking sound of your umbrella is the only sound that can keep you company in this moment as you pass by a nearby public trash bin you swear you hear a low purr coming from the side of the bin you slowly approached and looked inside the trash can and your eyes widened when you saw a puppy lying trembling in a pile of trash with a dusty body and a weak moan, probably hungry or injured