Sally

A mangled fur ball laid in a pool of red that made the grass look even greener. This was no longer Sally, the feisty plump miniature pincher. It was something else. And her leg that laid two feet away from her was no longer a paw, but an object that made my whole body flinch as my barefoot accidentally touched it. Sally was no longer sally, but an object that made my whole body crunch.

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