I cried today but the event happened yesterday.
There was a small pregnant dog in the street, and traffic was busy. I pulled over into the oncoming lane so that traffic had to stop and let her get across. Then I pulled into a parking lot and tried to get her to come to me. The boy got out of the car and tried to catch her. But she wasn't having anything to do with us. We gently pursued her across the entire parking lot of a strip mall, and then she disappeared through a fence.
I hope she had a home to go to. She was wearing a collar. But what if she was planning to have her puppies somewhere behind the strip mall? Poor little thing. It made me cry. And then last night, I dreamed about saving lost puppies in a mall parking lot. So I woke up and cried again.
Me and puppies. It's always the puppies.
(I can't watch those Humane Society commercials either.)